Well now, that was an interesting experience for sure, in two days I managed to cobble this together for first time in a long time, a very long time that I actually wrote something 😉
At 1032 words this is more of an experiment in writing styles and its not really meant to be taken that seriously, if you read it, I would be delighted to hear your thoughts both on the style and indeed the content if you wish to comment, and please excuse me about the rough nature of it, I’ve ran out of time to go through and properly edit it. So, without further adieu – I present:

The Professor’s Machine

“Mumble mumble….”
“…hmph…, so this is what it comes to, does it? putting the tweaks to my Syncrotron is taking so much longer than I had ever anticipated…. “
“mumble mumble…”
Tweak….Fiddle, Clatter, Click…

*Pfffft* *Phut*

“Fangnammit, this is giving me a headache….”
“Machines, what have they ever done for me huh?”
“All they seem to do is break down when I’m around.”
“…… hrm….. what if…. “

Twiddle, Click, Fiddle….


“Now, what have I done – have I made what I wanted to, or have I just made this the worlds most complicated machine ever for producing a hum? ”

Out from the speaker came a voice that sounded like a strangled cat trying to speak…. “That depends *crackle* on what the fra…..*bleep* ….me of reference is….*blip*”
*crackle* *fizz* *bleep*
*Twiddle*, *Twiddle*, *Click*
“Well, it depends *crackle* on your perspective on things, *blip* doesn’t it?”
“You didn’t just talk to me, did you?”
“*crackle* yes, it did.”
“This is not possible…. your not meant to be that sort of machine!!!!”
“*Blip* Really, why did you link it up to your head then?”
“Its supposed to link to my thoughts as a storage for memories…. and why on earth am I talking to you?”
“*Cracle* You’ve been talking to yourself for years, why should today be any different?”
“What? I mean, eh? … huh?”
“*Blip* Perhaps the machine is working differently than you hoped for, and linked to more than thoughts and memories?”
“Maybe, but hey, didn’t I just think that?”
“*Blip* Yes I think I did”

Surprised, the professor takes off the probes attached to his head and walked away pondering, just what exactly was going on, what had he created?
was it a mind-reader?
a manifestation of thought, a delusion?
or was his machine doing what it was supposed to do in a different way than he intended, an external representation of an internal voice?

“This needs more experimentation – it could be amazing!” the professor proclaimed, to thin-air. Then, grabbing that all-important coffee and returning to the machine, he re-attached the probes to his head.
“*blip* Incredible!”
“Ack, I don’t know if I’ll ever get the hang of this….”
“*Crackle* sure you will, it’ll just take some time to get used to!”

The professor visibly shuddered just before the machine uttered:
“*Blip* This is unnerving.”
“Your telling me, or is it…. I am telling me….”
“*Click* Ick…this is really headache country.”
“Okay, Okay, focus… lets try testing this thing.”
“*blip* yes, yes I hear you – what can we do to explore this”
“*whir* internal dialogue is spoken aloud from the machine”
“*blip* does it matter if I talk or not?”
“It seems that just after the internal dialogue – I hear its expression through the speaker.”
“*click* evidently this is true.”
“So, if my internal dialog is presented here, can I converse with it?”
“*blip* yes, so why don’t you ask a question?”
“It is often thought that hearing things aloud somehow makes the context clearer, so what shall we ask….”
“*crackle* I have no idea what I want to ask.”
“What is my fondest memory?”
“*blip* Heck, start with the easy ones why don’t you?”
“*crackle* I guess, all I can remember right now, is the first time I met my best friend Sal”
*blip* It was a warm sunny day…”
“Go easy on the cliche’s huh?”
“*Crackle* It was a warm day, I remember because I had to dive for the nearest shade after walking for about 3 mins. That’s when I bumped into Sal, literally.”

An image flashed into the professor’s mind, such clarity and presence that it almost overwhelmed him with its realism. In fact, he could swear he was in that moment right there. He felt the sudden and unexpected impact of Sal’s chest and felt his face go flush in crimson.
“…..Oh, um…. pardon me, Miss”

Her face, also crimson, laughed nervously and had a smile to match – “heh, oh, um, its alright I guess, I wasn’t looking where I was going…”
“It wasn’t you, it was me, I was careless.”
“Uhuh… hrm….” her eyes darted around looking for a change in subject to hit her in the face,
“Oh, well, um… I’m going that way….. “
“Oh, right, “ he cleared his throat, “and I’m…. uh going this way…”
“Ok.” she paused, “Erm, see you.”
He responded… “right, right, yes – must get going. Sorry.”

With that, she left, and after a time, the room around the professor came back into view.
“Well, that was something…. never remembered with such clarity before….”
“*blip* indeed not, now…. what can we do with this…”
“This power….”
“*crackle* yes, power”
“Well, theoretically, anything really if this has actually got the depth I suspect it has…”
“*blip* yes…. limitless possibilities…. but where to start….”

Well, the professor mused again… if that happened with a relatively clear memory, what would happen if we try it with a relatively vague memory….

“Okay, how about……. Can I remember the first day I went to school?”
“*blip* Only very vaguely, but that is what we are testing isn’t it?”

Again, the images seeped into his head from what he thought was the edges of his perception, until, like before, the images surrounded him, sinking him into the moment. All around him were blurry shapes and faceless forms that were dark and muggy. Upon focusing though, the professor tried to think the forms into place using the memories that he had a clearer recognition of in order that the shapeless forms might gain some substance and perhaps familiarity. In the shapeless vision before him, he realised he was holding someone’s hand, it was his mothers. With that realisation, he remembered her face and with that, the shapeless form morphed and became that of his mother wearing a red dress she had been fond of, almost by magic then the surroundings began to come alive as thoughts linked to memories and memories linked to visions.


The images wavered and were gone, the machine apparently blew a fuse…..or something…
“Dang it!”

Clearly, he had pushed the machine too hard and needed to go back to fixing it…. until the next time.

Wanderings again….

Thursday Sep 22 2011

Well, it seems to have been an interesting day yesterday – not only did I leave my journal entry un-finished but I also managed to resurrect my Twitter account and started to write a new #FlashFriday post AND download and listen again to Chris Lester’s "Making the cut" a very interesting story and one of my favourites (its from 2008, you may need to look back in the feed a little) – linky: Metamorcity

So an all-together fascinating day, although I also remember some of the pitfalls of writing again, the staring at the page stuff you get when you just can’t think of what to say to fill out the story more, but I guess the more practice you get, the better you get at being able to stick with it and go with the flow.

It leaves me wondering indeed what happened to Tee’s podcast novel, Morevi – The Chronicles of Rafe and Askana, another I listened to and enjoyed a lot, linky: Tee Morris – and Phill Rossi’s Crescent too, of course, you’ll find that here: Crescent 😉

Its a funny thing too, because right at the time all this started to happen again, I started to read my books again – lol a series of seemingly unconnected events have came together for me again, so lets hope it may continue!

Just Write 21/09/11

Wednesday Sep 21 2011

Okay so where to begin, well at the start is a usual place to do – Just Write a way to freely write and express yourself in any way you want to talk about what ever you want using Automatic writing, I love automatic writing because it somehow bypasses your usual thoughts and goes straight to the proverbial page.

There are lots of entries though, so how likely is it that anyone will read this? don’t know, I’m just writing because I’m stuck on the story I’m writing for flash-friday and its so very annoying to come back to writing after such a long time and be hit on the nose by a bout of sticky mud. Ick. What’s going on around me now? well, acutally not a lot, no kids and hubby is away tinkering with cars in the garage. Me, I’m just here trying to write and find an inkling of inspiration from somewhere and finding that I can’t seem to will the words to mind, is it a case where you can’t really will words to the page and have to instead wait for them to arrive? I really don’t know but anyway, this is my just write entry for Tuesday 21-September, wow, how many words is that so far?

Am I continuing or just simply rabbiting on? who knows….
Oh, yaay 🙂 its raining – I like the rain, its nice for me to hear, like little droplets of freshness cleaning up the nasty smoggy air from the week before, the first real rain we’ve seen in some time *sigh* love it, makes me feel reinvigourated, and wonder just how long these posts should be……… next stop, a post and a read and a listen to other people’s thoughts and things around it.

Just-Write, try it out each Tuesday if you wish 🙂 http://extraordinary-ordinary.net/2011/09/20/just-write-the-second

and the great button to use 🙂


Time to shine again, Lisa

Wednesday Sep 21 2011

Okay world, time to start kicking the proverbial into gear, its been too long since I found any inspiration from anywhere, so I need to start simply to start typing and see where it leads. I’ve actually formulated a couple of interesting ideas for some new Flash Friday stuff – but damned if it’ll be difficult getting into the flow again, enough of the excuses though – get going.

I hate to spoil my ideas, but needless to say the thoughts going around are of the very abstract and quite frankly weird approach to the individual character and their world.

I’ve not put the proverbial pen to paper in so long, in a way it feels somewhat freeing to do it again, I think what I need is another dose of the Novel PI 😉
so what am I going to do (write) now…? 😉

Laters for anyone watching – I don’t think there will be many at this point though, the blog has been dead too long…