Aiming for the sky

A whirling wheeling itself into the river of sky. Twirling like a dervish conjured by a morning raga. A dancer’s energy spinning into the blue.

A photograph is a secret about a secret. – Diane Arbus

Exploring a story of a river boat trip down the Mississippi. Watching over Jo’s (the main character) shoulder, seeing through her camera lens, discovering as she discovers. Will she take up with Peter? Or will he do her wrong? And what about Rene? Is she just being friendly, or does she have other motives? And what are the strange shadows she keeps picking up in her photographs? Are there “river spirits,” as Rene says? Is the riverboat really “haunted”, or is it just a story for tourists?

My effort at National Novel Writing Month and the quest to write 50,000 words before December 1st. [http://www.nanowrimo.org/] I may not make it to 50,000 in that time frame, but it’s an interesting exercise in moving quickly, spontaneously; aiming for the sky.