The snow had started sometime in the night, soft and light at first, barely sticking. It let the wind dance and swirl it around. That kind of magical storm where it looks like the flakes are rising more than falling. Then, before dawn, the snow grew heavier, the ice crystals jagged and gripping as it began to pile together. The world was soon blanketed in white folds that despite the sharpness of the ice was soft. It seemed to glow. The world seemed to sigh with contentment.
The writer who called himself Trent, sat back in his chair, stretching away from the keyboard to gaze out his office window. The snow had covered the bottom quarter or so, partially blocking the view of his yard. The flakes were still falling but not as hard or full as they had before dawn. In the distance he could hear his children playing. It sounded like they were getting ready to disturb the peace of the morning. He wondered briefly if the snow was thick enough and wet enough to build a snowman and actually rose from his chair to get a better view outside.
Trent could feel the cold leaching through the double panes but it did not bother him. His hands wrapped around a warm cup of coffee and he sipped almost lovingly at it. His eyes still studied his yard. If he watched long enough he would see his kids. If he got back to work, he could wrap things up and go join them. A smile touched his lips and he stayed where he was, knowing on this stormy morning things would slow down and stand still for a change.
The first of his children danced by his window. Literally, she jumped and spun and tip-toed through the snow, a ballerina in boots and a parka. Trent’s smile broadened. The work called to him but he took another sip of coffee and stayed where he was. The second child raced after the first, laughing and trying to catch her. The rest came in a jumble, all intent upon reaching the dancer to, perhaps, tackle her into the snow? Trent didn’t know and their games had taken them beyond his angle of the yard anyway.
Returning to his desk, he quickly read through the world he had begun to craft that morning. Another sip of coffee, and then he placed his hands on the keyboard and let his mind and fingers get back to building. A dancer, previously unimagined, entered his story to impart a bit of whimsy. A storm became a pivotal moment, a reckoning, for the main characters. It wasn’t a bad one, a tempest, but it forced them to huddle together and take time to think through who they were and what they needed.
Trent leaned back in his chair again and wrapped his hands once more around the coffee mug while his eyes darted here and there in his amassed words. Did they make sense? Did they convey the message he wanted? Would they make the world a better place? He hoped so. He wished he could will it to be so.
Laughter from outside reached his ears and Trent glanced to the window. His children were building a snowman and they were doing it right outside his office window. It was a sad, misshapen thing. The body spheres were barely sticking together. One of the children had found some sticks that made it seem like the snowman was saluting the window. And, his children had taken one of Trent’s favorite scarves for their project as well. They obviously thought it was the height of comedy because they could barely contain their laughter as they set about their task.
Their mirth contagious, Trent allowed himself only a moment more to ponder the dancer in his story before he saved his work, and went to join them. The dancer wasn’t just bit a whimsy after all. She was the reason, the point, the everything of the story.
As the day wore on the snow began to melt. Slowly at first it grew thinner and then great chunks of it would collapse upon itself. The river beneath funneled to the gutters and drain spouts. The sun would shine before the day was out, making a brief but brilliant appearance before slipping beyond the western horizon. And the world would sigh, once again, with contentment. It had been another magical day, as they all were in the end.
This story was written for Trent Lewin (https://trentlewin.com/) who you really should be following and reading if you aren’t already. He is a fantastic writer and human. He called me out for my lack of writing… And maybe that’s just what I needed.
22 thoughts on “The Writer”
love the story and good he gave you a little. nudge -)
Glad you liked it!
I don’t know. It feels like you’re sitting in my office, where indeed I can see outside, the snow and what gets created by it at times. And the dancing too, in spring and summer and fall, all that grace. This really sang to me, because it feels so true. Jettisoning the moment of writing to go and just join them, because that’s so the point and such a beautiful thing to do (whether they want me out there or not!). Scribbling a few notes in the snow, of what inspires me, so that I can add them later. Grabbing bits and pieces of the mirth, to add to a narrative. Really well done, Matticus. I feel a bit naked all of a sudden! I just feel – thanks for that. For the warmth, and for your words.
Thanks for the nudge. I’m glad you liked it. It felt right. The glimpses you’ve given us over the years. I could see this all clearly enough. And now I’ll go write something else and hope I can see it as clearly.
And then Revis would really like me to edit a book that’s been on my to do list for more than a year. Whoops.
You got this!
I found an idea and I’ve started. I don’t see it clearly yet, but, yes, I will.
Yes. Editing would be appreciated. Of course, I’d also appreciate some random millionaire giving me a lot of money, but I’ll take whatever I can get.
I mean, the millionaire thing probably seems more likely some days. Sorry about that.
Good things come to those who wait? 😀
Do the things get better the longer you wait? 🤣
It could be. I guess we’ll find out.
Well, it’s us, so I’m sure it’ll be amazing.
Can’t argue that
One of my favorite writers is not only writing, but illustrating a story about another one of my favorite writers. Thank you for painting such a vivid picture.
Thank you for the praise. Thank you for always reading and commenting. Thank you, for you, my friend
Okay, that was interesting, man! Loved it.
Glad you liked it.
Also, please do check out my blogs as well guys! Need the support.
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Finishing off this ten year celebration of the kingdom with this piece from the tenth year. I was very happy with how this turned out and given the likes and comments it was well received too. Hopefully you’ll enjoy the re-read as much as I did. Thanks for everything over the last ten years. You all, my faithful kingdomites, are what keep me coming back. You and the words.
Nice! I like this story. It’s cozy and light.
Favorite thing I’ve written in a while.
Maybe November will be your month for adding even more writing that’s your favorite 😃
Could be, could be. Nearly there!