Tayari's Blog: Help! I'm trapped...
Posted by TayariJones on September 30, 2006 09:11 AM
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inside a novel.
Have you ever felt like you were living in a plot by a particular author? I've once or twice felt like I was living in one of my own books. (Example: I was having a spontaneous crying jag on the streets of NYC and a homeless panhandler said, "Are you okay?" Doesn't that sound like something that would happen to Aria?) Well, this morning, I found myself living in a story that I could imagine in a Percival Everett novel. OR maybe an Edgar Allen Poe story. It must be an E. and P. thing. But here is what happened.
I woke up this morning and looked out on my back patio and found that someone had placed a large WATERMELON SLICE there.
I don't know how to read this.
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Comment #1, by persistence ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://www.tayarijones.com/blog/nav-commenters.gif)
...was it clean? on a plate? was it in tact? p laced in the middle of a chalk circle? did it have a chicken foot stuck in the middle? a bite taken out? Hmmmmm, it at least sounds like the beginning of a great short story...
September 30, 2006 10:17 AM
Comment #2, by Jackie
Let's see now. You are in the DC area, right? North, but still some southern ways around you, yet far up enough to have northern flavor. Hmmm. Were it me, I would assume either a homeless person or transient used my patio as a place to put garbage or it was intentional and silly, maybe to send you a message. I would be on the lookout for guilty eyes....
September 30, 2006 12:06 PM
Comment #3, by Ladylee
Dang Celie, that was deep off the pages... (You know I am sitting here thinking... "My goodness, what is she REALLY trying to say here? The watermelon is a metaphor for..." hmm.)
This sounds more like some Steven King ish...
Anyhow, I suggest, whatever you do, DON'T eat the slice of watermelon... Find something else to snack on. And make sure that patio door is locked.
Also, this does sound like the first line of a story. I'm gonna need for you to grab your laptop and stretch that out into a three to four hundred page novel... Yes, that would be the proper thing to do, because I am straight feenin' for some of your writing right about now... LOL;)
October 1, 2006 02:32 AM
Comment #4, by Curly
Hmmmm... I'm sure it's nothing, but I'm going to have a ride out to the cave and ponder...
October 2, 2006 09:22 AM
Comment #5, by Paulette
Tayari, you have GOT to give us more details. First, are you still in DC or have you relocated to NY/NJ? When did you discover it? And like someone before me asked, was it on a piece of paper. Was it dirty? Are you the only African American in your neighborhood? Did you tell any of your neighbors? I agree, this is straight out of a Percival E. book. Keep your wits about you!
October 2, 2006 11:19 AM
Comment #6, by Paulette
Oh, and what was the crying jag about?
October 2, 2006 11:31 AM