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I
plop on a swing and watch my kids take off for their
favorite piece of playground equipment. Minutes later,
a little girl zooms by and cries, “My eyes have
ladybugs crawling on them!”
I
can’t help but giggle at her choice of words.
They’re perfect! Every parent within earshot knows
this kid’s allergies are acting up and her red,
itchy eyes are driving her crazy. I couldn’t have
said it better myself.
I
simply must record her outburst for use in a future
story or poem. I grab my purse and search for a pen
and paper. Although I can probably make a decent snack
out of what’s lurking in its folds, my purse lacks
anything that resembles a writing instrument let alone
a piece of paper.
And
I call myself a writer.
I
jog to the car and find a partially melted green crayon.
Bingo! Lucky for me, glued to it is an old map. I tear
off a piece of California and scribble the girl’s
words near San Francisco.
I’ve
learned it’s best to make note of terrific comments
(and any worthwhile thoughts) the moment I come in contact
with them for if I rely on my aging memory, this good
“stuff” gets lost forever. The outspoken
little girl, a stranger on a playground, has clicked
my writer’s brain into overdrive. I settle on
a park bench and jot down a few observations and character
traits on Napa Valley. Every detail, from the way she
uses her hands to talk to the way she stomps her grubby
pink sneakers in the dirt, gets recorded in my own peculiar
style of shorthand.
When
I return home, I’ll add my map notes to my file.
I’ll tuck them in among tidbits penned on restaurant
napkins, homework assignments, junk mail, post-it notes,
and yes, even ordinary lined paper. My file bursts at
its seams. The last time I peeked, I discovered bilingual
dialogue, complaints by skateboarders, thoughts on seashells
and shaggy dogs, my daughter’s opinion about morning
breath (it apparently smells like low tide), and a blip
about the pros and cons of a peanut butter, raisin,
and mayonnaise sandwich. There were also nine newspaper
articles, seven photographs, three class work papers
(complete with high school slang and doodles), and one
gum wrapper. (Not sure why I put that sticky thing in
there.)
My
overstuffed file is labeled SEEDS. Some “seeds”
have matured into published children’s pieces.
Others have sprouted as columns for newspapers, magazines,
and E-zines. One is going through a lengthy cultivation
process. When it’s fully developed, I hope it’ll
be a middle-grade novel. Not all “seeds”
will find their way into print. Some may stay tucked
inside the file for years waiting to break into bloom
in a suitable genre.
Playground
time is ending. I smile at a mother who has rocked her
baby to sleep. Minutes later, a toddler skips over hooting
and howling like a jungle animal. The mother reprimands
him for waking his sister.
He
puts fingers to his lips and whispers, “I’m
only pretending to be quiet.”
What
a great line! Where’s my crayon? Is that smashed
blob of green wax next to my shoe what’s left
of my only writing instrument? Darn! I beg the man two
sliding boards over for his felt pen. There’s
not an inch of space left on my map, so I pick up a
slightly used gum wrapper and write the toddler’s
phrase on the non-slippery side.
And
walking to the car, I make a mental note to check that
other wrapper—the gummy one in my SEEDS file.
It probably has a dynamite story starter on the flip
side.
Start
Your Own Seeds File
- Label a folder with the word SEEDS. Store it on the
main floor of your home. (“Seeds” will
scatter to the wind, disappear in pockets, or be thrown
in the trash if not filed instantly.)
- Keep
a notebook handy. (Believe me, gum wrappers are not
that great.) Carry a decent pen. (Things written in
crayon are often mistaken for kids’ artwork.)
-
Observe and record interesting details. Write them
down immediately. (Wait until later and the only thoughts
left in your head will be: I had some great ideas.
What were they?)
- If you have time, expand on a “seed” while
the feeling is fresh. Create a conversation from bits
of dialogue, make an outline, begin a story, or write
several lines of poetry.
- If you cannot expand, file the “seed”
anyway. Let it germinate.
- Soon you’ll have an entire collection of interesting
tidbits. Pick one, water it with your creativity,
and watch it grow.
Nancy Viau’s “seeds” have grown into
stories, poems, and activities for Highlights for
Children, Hopscotch for Girls, Wee Ones, Dragonfly Spirit,
Ladybug, KidTime, and others. She thinks gardening
may be easier than writing and likes the idea of letting
Mother Nature decide the fate of seeds. |