Tiny Stories, Tiny Tales

This post was supposed to go up days earlier but let's just say…something got broke on the blog and a bunch of people fixed it. Pretty cool!Anyway, here's the roundup for Christmas pictures and stories.

I think this one interests me the most:Brittany and I went to Naper Settlement and we found many interesting things. One of the first things we saw, after we settled in our chapel pew was this-

marley and scrooge

oh yes, the classic retelling of a Christmas Carol, all done by shadow puppets. Victorian, of course. What's not for a girl to love?

sans tiny tim

and my personal favorite, sans Tiny Tim. And yes, that is the ghost of christmas present. Believe it. Brittany commented that it was a bit freaky, and it was.

We also saw a Flea Circus but sadly, none of the pictures turned out very well. Should that be any surprise?

I did not take a picture of this flea but I wanted you to get the idea. Anyway, moving along, we left the chapel after the flea circus and went along to another chapel where there were a lot of gingerbread houses (and boats) on display.

 A tiny detail of one of the tiny houses. After that, we milled around, went on a tour of a house and I took a surreptitious picture of this man. He had a stream of children following him, giggling. When he would halt and fling himself around, they would all get nervous and start to back away. But as soon as he took off, the giggling crowd started after him again. Can you guess who it is?

Did I mention he had startling ice blue eyes and I was scared to death lest he address me?


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How to Get Through a Big Book

How to get through a Big Book and have a little fun too.

  1. Make and eat food mentioned in the book (big books always include food, usually in meticulous detail).
  2. Read a little bit each day.
  3. Make a soundtrack.
  4. Dress like a character from the book for a day. Or a week. Or a month if it really grabs you.
  5. Ten minutes to kill? Daydream about the landscape or what the characters are seeing as they move through their day.
  6. Read passages you enjoy out loud. If you’re in the right mood, record yourself reading passages and share it (Instagram is great for this). Include illustrations if you like (thank you, Shirin).
  7. Whip out a highlighter or some sticky tabs for those great parts.
  8. Pace yourself and remember, reading gigantic books isn’t a race. It’s about the journey. Might as well bring along snacks, good drinks, great lighting, and enjoy the ride.

How to Search for Story Settings

A big city not far from mine has a casino. I’ve heard a few stories from friends that have worked there. Most center on being treated badly by a customer and revenging themselves by throwing the customer’s car keys into the Fox River. Karma is enacted on a regular basis at the casino.

There’s something about that river, flowing by, murky green during the day and black at night, a bottomless pit for car keys.

The river divides the city in half, east to west. The Fox flows along the old warehouses, limestone and brick, built back when the city had manufacturing plants and industry. Now the warehouses sit sturdy and silent, crumbling ever so slowly. Their roofs are flat and give the illusion of brick walls running straight into the sky. Some were built like prosaic wedding cakes, higher and higher, until the final topping is small square with tiny windows. Industry has never been about aesthetic needs and wants.  And yet by some miracle, these old turn of the century warehouses have achieved it just the same.

I observed the warehouses from the back deck of the riverside café, clutching my cup of earl grey and wishing I had put sunscreen on. It was the first time I had ever been to this café and I came because I needed a new setting for a fiction story I was working on. None of the cafes I remembered from the past were working for me. I needed this kind of café, one that hung out in an old manufacturing city where there wasn’t much industry left. There was, at least, a casino and many local businesses and this café hung on, here at the water’s edge.

A little further up was the casino where my friends had thrown those keys into the water. From my point on the deck, I could see the grimy metallic white heel of the building jutting out. Another friend told me that he goes there regularly to play black jack. It relieves stress and earns a little extra cash for his family.

The wind picks up a little and despite the sun, it’s chilly. Spring plays these tricks on us.

There is no sign of life in the warehouses all around me. We’re all boxed in together and the light plays off their empty windows, open and blank to the sun. I sip some tea and play “Over the Hills and Far Away” by Led Zeppelin just to see if this café will work for my story. It only takes a few bars of listening to the song and I know that this place is perfect. This spot on the river is perfect for many stories. It’s  been perfect for all the stories I know nothing about and the ones that I’ve caught the smallest glimpses of.

A mallard suns himself in the weeds that line the water’s edge. The river moves fast and sure and I turn off the music. No need to for further noise. The song is already there.