Good morning all. I hope every one is doing well this morning. Today I looked out of my window and it looks like giant moles have been active through out the neighborhood. There are large piles of red dirt lining the street. There is some sort of work going on, I think it has to do with fiber optics. But it is just amazing how bright red the dirt is when it sits in the piles. It looks like my neighborhood was attacked by mole people in the night. But as they no longer seem to be attacking, lets move into the morning writing prompt. Ready?
Oddly enough, considering the visuals of the morning I expected more 1950s sci-fi movie to come out in my writing but it didn’t. I actually like what came out. It looks like the basis of a really fun to write tale.
Tuesday, August 24th: The legend was enticing.
The legend was enticing. It had everything. Danger, and daring exploits. A missing princess. A wealth of gemstones and jewels. And of course the touch of the supernatural. It was irresistible. As we put together a list of legends to research for our upcoming docuseries it was one of the first put on the list.
“How could I have never heard of this before?” Carl asked as he casually flipped the pages of my well-worn book. I shared a smile with Georgia. Carl’s background included legends and myths only if they were part of the Disney cannon. If there wasn’t an animated movie about them, he rarely heard of them.
It was equal parts annoying and endearing. On one hand the myths and legends he wanted us to examine were all so overdone that no one was really interested. On the other hand, he approached the less mainstream legends we brought him from our diverse backgrounds with something akin to childlike wonder.
I knew that once we started filming “Lost Legends” his wonder at the new tales would shine through, no matter how familiar they were to others.
Carl shook his head as though to clear it as he handed me the book back. “Where does that legend come from anyway?” He asked.
I took my book back, holding it gingerly. It was a gift from my grandmother when I was small and it was old then. She read it to me before I learned to read and then helped me sound out the words so that I could learn to read it to myself. It was as much a reading primer as anything used in school lessons.
“I’m not sure,” I admitted. The book had only a few sketchy line drawings as illustrations and there were no identifying cultural terms used within. “I thought it would be a good story to use though. I thought it would show well on camera.”
I could see Carl’s eyes light up. He nodded. “Oh, it would be amazing to film.” He nodded again. “We’d need details so there is no cultural offense or appropriation.”
I almost held my breath as I waited for his final decision. I tried not to look overly eager.
“I think it is a go, at least for preliminary research,” Carl said. “We’ll allocate the initial funds for the research but hold off on actual production until we know definitively if it is feasible.”
I nodded. “Cool,” I said. “I’ll get started ASAP.”
I fought not to clutch the book to my chest. This was the reason I wanted to join this particular project. I had researched as much as I could on my own, but knew I didn’t have the resources to go further.
Ten til Midnight 