stories, some that are still being formed, some that went over the transom in the last century
The "Brit a Day" series
What does a months-long parade of attractive British men have to do with fiction, you might well ask? These gentlemen have inspired some lovely scenes, part of the life I live in my head. Over time, some of these scenes reach out to one another and begin to form a story. For the present, each one of these pictures provides a writing prompt for me, a way to keep me writing with a sense of passion and narrative, even when the stories are not yet fully formed.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
A Brit a Day [#1086]
Here's Davy Jones in 1965. How I loved that guy. He passed away last year at the age of only 66, way too young.
My dad died when I was 29 [a looong time ago, about a month after the Berlin Wall fell], and at 68 years of age, I remember thinking that he had had a good, long life. Now, it seems like he was taken in the prime of his life. And the same is true of Davy Jones.