{"id":5182,"date":"2019-02-16T16:13:16","date_gmt":"2019-02-16T16:13:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/?p=5182"},"modified":"2025-02-03T18:42:43","modified_gmt":"2025-02-03T18:42:43","slug":"i-made-it-all-up","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/?p=5182","title":{"rendered":"I Made It All Up"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"pl-5182\"  class=\"panel-layout\" ><div id=\"pg-5182-0\"  class=\"panel-grid panel-no-style\" ><div id=\"pgc-5182-0-0\"  class=\"panel-grid-cell\" ><div id=\"panel-5182-0-0-0\" class=\"so-panel widget widget_black-studio-tinymce widget_black_studio_tinymce panel-first-child panel-last-child\" data-index=\"0\" ><div class=\"textwidget\"><div class=\"entry-content\">\n<p>Writing nonfiction as a journalist, technical and business writer since 1981 proved to be my bread and butter \u2013 a woman being paid to think. Looking back, I should have specified how much to be paid. Still, what feeds my soul is writing fiction and that takes time.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4>I Have Inventory<\/h4>\n<ul>\n<li>By 1997, I had completed a collection of short stories called <em>Working Stiffs<\/em>, registered with the Library of Congress.<\/li>\n<li>I followed with a collection called <em>Shades of Coffee Pot<\/em> Bayou.register with the Library of Congress in 2010.<\/li>\n<li>Through 2014, other short stories came to mind, about 24 stories in all.<\/li>\n<li>Its existence long noted in the Library of Congress, I re-hauled a satirical work of near-future fiction into a four-part serial, <em>Future Schmaltz<\/em> and published it as an eBook in 2022. &nbsp;<\/li>\n<li>From 2015 to 2017, the manuscript <em>The<\/em>&nbsp;<em>Monks of Malibu&nbsp;<\/em>took shape. to be published as an eBook in 2022.<\/li>\n<li>In 2018, I began another novel called <em>Flights of Fancy&nbsp;<\/em>that popped into mind on a long plane flight and I published it as an eBook novel in 2024.<\/li>\n<li>In 2020, during the pandemic, its sequel <em>Gossamer Wings<\/em> beckoned me to record the doings on a Hudson River Valley estate under lockdown. I published it as an eBook in 2025.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>They stories reflect <a href=\"https:\/\/www.carl-jung.net\/archetypes.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Jungian archetypes<\/a> of every ilk, submerged in my psyche. They will come when invited.<\/p>\n<h3>The Party to Whom I Am Speaking<\/h3>\n<p>I made up so many characters I\u2019m inclined to stop the presses and host a party for them, acknowledging, as writer Anne Lamott observed, they are, \u201cCharacters that have selected you to be their typist.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I picture a crowd at the entrance of a banquet hall, picking up place cards with table assignments, drink tickets and a schema of food stations.&nbsp;Once everyone is seated around their tables, the tuxedo-clad MC directs them to gather before a wall map of my fictional locations. It is, I think, a huge map, beautifully illustrated by my nonfiction artist-husband, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/?page_id=7950\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Vincent Mancuso<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>The fictional folks zero in on their storied locations where they each affix a little flag, indicating, \u201cI am here.\u201d<\/p>\n<h4>The Cuisine&nbsp;<\/h4>\n<p>Once the map is brimming with flags, folks are free to wander off to the buffet stations or beverage bars, as is their want. Certain characters are partial to either barbecue, soul food or Caribbean fare; others New York deli. The make-your-own tortillas station is big among the guests, as is the curry bar. Many head for an Asian street vendor station of delicacies from China, Japan, Thailand, Vietnam, Malaysia and Korea. Others lay bare the vegetarian platters and salad bowls.<\/p>\n<p>A number of women prefer French cuisine; but that is surpassed by my pasta lovers. Two Kenyan brothers seem hurt about the absence of a station for them, as is an Iranian. I blame the omissions on my budget. There are a dozen coeds of my future world, for years relegated to swallowing three meals of nutrient drinks a day, who will eat anything. Favored party beverages range from flavored seltzer to smoothies to craft beer to wine to Tequila shots to Cosmopolitans.<\/p>\n<h4>The Wild Creatures<\/h4>\n<p>The kids attack the ice cream bar and dessert station. Separate feeding areas, cordoned off for my fictional dogs, cats, rabbits, an owl, a mountain lion and horses, are soon swept clean. When the grazing ebbs, the M.C. asks the whole gang to again gather before the map, where a few short-story characters grumble about the number of flags flown at novel locations. Fred Smeal, a nasty big wig from the future who insists on fixing flags to three of four&nbsp;<em>Future Schmaltz<\/em> locations, commandeers the front row, blocking everyone's view. A dozen coeds from <em>Future Schmaltz<\/em>&nbsp;move off en masse to check their lip gloss in the Ladies Room.<\/p>\n<h4>The Glowing Remarks<\/h4>\n<p>I envision a ceremony with words of thanks all around, like what one might hear at a corporate year-end party.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThanks for coming to mind,\u201d I say. \"Feels good to get this load off my mind.\"<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThanks for all the typing,\u201d politer characters reply.<\/p>\n<p>All this time, a pack of kids races around the banquet hall, playing tag. One little girl leans against a wall, eating M&amp;Ms and reading. Next to her, a five-year old boy stands on a chair, flicking the hall lights on and off. Old folks huddle and mutter, \u201cShe has to stop with the stories, or we\u2019ll be forgotten.\u201d The little girl looks up, alarmed.<\/p>\n<p>They have nothing to fear. Every character, no matter how obscure, is recorded in a corner of my brain and retrievable on command.<\/p>\n<h4>They Show Their Archetypes &nbsp;<\/h4>\n<p>\u201cWhat about prizes?\u201d Smeal booms. \u201cShouldn\u2019t the best character win a prize?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUm, I hadn\u2019t a \u2026 I could never pick one of you,\u201d I mumble, then brighten. &nbsp;\u201cYour very existence is the prize!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\"Except when you knocked us off,\" he snaps back.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, I'm glad I made the cut,\u201d &nbsp;says Maitland Smith, a sweet guy who always intends to strike out on his own, no matter what string his controlling mother tugs.<\/p>\n<p>Trey Hargrove, a tipsy and wildly confident Tampa carpet man, ignores the prize hubbub, sets down his shot glass and approaches Sage Anthony, author of murder mysteries set in medieval nunneries, who flies between Paris and New York in a frenzy of misplaced lust.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere you from?\u201d he slurs, towering over her, his Buccaneer baseball cap turned backward.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Obsessed with making up a story that does not center on a pool of blood in a candle-lit chapel, Sage spurns Trey\u2019s advances and, hardly looking up from her scribbling, shoos him away.<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, the wheelchair-bound Miss Mattie, who arranges purple barrettes in her flowing gray hair and each day boards a bus in St. Petersburg to do her shopping, is bold enough to engage the imperious young Hollywood movie director Stacey Fine. Frustrated as the wonder-kid is by her dwindling film budget <em>and&nbsp;<\/em>her lover\u2019s possessive wife, Stacey would just as soon push Miss Mattie off the cliff at Point Dume Beach in Malibu than respond to the lady\u2019s karmic positivity.<\/p>\n<p>Zoe Mitchell, the well-off birdwatcher and divorcee who lives half the year in a mansion on Coffee Pot Bayou and half in a pied-as-terre in Manhattan, scans the crowd for a nice young woman who needs a mother; this to replace a daughter who never calls. Zoe is drawn to a Nancy Drew-type named Mira Monteban, who is located only in the future during the Second Timely Reformation, content with her doting parents on Satellite Noah II and working as a cub reporter on A.N.S.W.E.R. (All News Service Within Earth\u2019s Range). Zoe is sidetracked by an&nbsp;English lord in smoking jacket who regales her with stories of the hunt.<\/p>\n<p>And, that\u2019s just what\u2019s happening with a handful of the hundreds who popped into my head!<\/p>\n<h4><strong>What\u2019s up With All This?<\/strong><\/h4>\n<p>You can\u2019t imagine how much fun I have, almost listening to the characters go on about their lives. At times I\u2019m skeptical. \u201cAnd then what happened?\u201d Other times, we\u2019re so mutually shocked or grief stricken by unfolding events, I must wait for them to spill it out. Still other times, I awaken with clues stored in my subconscious from the night before.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Harmless, right? You might ask who I\u2019m hurting with this mental exercise going back so many years. Well, the dark vision of my future fiction of Earth crumbling under environmental abuse and madness so perturbed me, I wondered if it was right to publish it. Time spent in unreal worlds may permit me to carry on calmly in the real one, and I do carry on happily. My aim as a writer is more to perfect than escape. Like perfecting a bowling game. Just takes balls.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><strong>Note<\/strong>: You are welcome to visit the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/?page_id=20\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Short Stories<\/a> page.<\/p>\n<p>To order <strong><em>Gossamer Wings<\/em><\/strong>, <strong><em>Flights of Fancy<\/em><\/strong>, <span class=\"OYPEnA text-decoration-none text-strikethrough-none\">2022's <\/span><em><span class=\"OYPEnA text-decoration-none text-strikethrough-none\"><strong>The Monks of Malibu <\/strong><\/span><\/em><span class=\"OYPEnA text-decoration-none text-strikethrough-none\">and the serial quartet, <\/span><strong><em><span class=\"OYPEnA text-decoration-none text-strikethrough-none\">Future Schmaltz<\/span><\/em><\/strong>, visit <a href=\"http:\/\/amazon.com\/author\/reggie_morrisey\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong>my Amazon Author page<\/strong><\/a>.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><div id=\"pgc-5182-0-1\"  class=\"panel-grid-cell\" ><div id=\"panel-5182-0-1-0\" class=\"so-panel widget widget_black-studio-tinymce widget_black_studio_tinymce panel-first-child panel-last-child\" data-index=\"1\" ><div class=\"textwidget\"><p><div id=\"attachment_331\" style=\"width: 390px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Poster_bowling.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-331\" class=\"size-full wp-image-331\" src=\"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Poster_bowling.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"380\" height=\"640\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Poster_bowling.jpg 380w, https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Poster_bowling-178x300.jpg 178w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 380px) 100vw, 380px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-331\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Event poster made up by my brother, Ed Morrisey<\/p><\/div><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Writing nonfiction as a journalist, technical and business writer since 1981 proved to be my bread and butter \u2013 a woman being paid to think. 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