Jack used
his imagination to keep himself from being bored. At the gym, he would tell
himself stories, usually stories that happened to him or that he knew about
other people. But he would improve the stories, make them more intriguing, more
humorous, more dramatic. Sometimes he would play with these stories from his
life so much that, he said, he sometimes couldn’t remember which was what
really happened, and which was the embellished version.
I often
suggested he write his stories, but he never did. That, I believe he thought,
would turn it into work. He has always written for pay. Writing for the fun of
it, which I do a lot, did not appeal to him. So his stories exist now only in
the e-mails he exchanged with friends and family. He engaged his imagination in
choice of words, in choice of detail, rather than in making things up. Mostly.
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April’s writing
challenge is to blog every day, with each post beginning with a letter of the
alphabet from beginning to end. We skip Sundays, except for April 1, so as to
have 26 days in the month.
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