Skint asked - Who are we?
We are the cloaked ones. Klingons, without the nasty looking foreheads.
We are seemingly normal, and can walk among you, never letting you know we are there.
You find us everywhere, supermarket, library, and at that cafe in the high street that does the nice coffee.
You won't know us. Most of us look quite ordinary, although some have a questionable taste in fashion, and a penchant for bad haircuts. We don't ask questions, we don't carry binoculars and the notebook is usually hidden from sight.
If you look very carefully, however, you may notice that although seemingly engaged in conversation, our eyes are darting back and forth, noticing the un-noticed, and storing it for future reference. Our radar is finely tuned to your appearance, tone of voice and those nasty little habits that you try to keep hidden from that girl that you are trying to impress.
We are human collectors, a repository for life, where everything you do, or say, is noted down, bookmarked, and added to our favourites.
And will you end up in a a piece of prose, a novel, a poem? Oh yes, no doubt, but don't worry, it won't be the whole you. We wouldn't be so rude. Your parts will be scattered, seeded and sown to make something new - a hybrid of humanity woven from life, gleaned with love from the spies among you.
19 comments:
There was no need to bring up my haircut
Yeah, I notice those people. they are not always so hidden as they might imagine. We know they are there, that's why we affect our mannerisms & our own jerky little movements. It's a dance of marionettes.
You have a Congenital haircut CT, what can I say?
l>t, you are thinking of the taxman - he makes me do that as well because I am trying to resist the urge to clump him one.
Wonderful description of a writer. Remember that tick, that odd mannorism of the hands. Watching the gate of the gangly man, trying to describe it in words.
The color of the hair, the shape of the face, always trying to describe using words that would compliment!
Lovely!
I've decided on pornography as the future...
Minx, you don't know how relieved I am to hear you've been seeing them too. I thought they were Homeland Security, but I was going by the haircuts and the Mickey Mouse shoes. Not to mention the suits. God, the suits...
Writers, eh? Plausible...
Excuse me, you aren't some other Novapulsian spy that I haven't been told about, are you? Who's your commander? When did you get here? Should we perhaps meet? Unless of course, you're working for the other side.
Someone asked me the other day - "How do you write?".
Stupid question really, but I suppose the only answer is - with my senses.
John, Roberta - they/we/I/you are everywhere! Be afraid, be very afraid, although I suspect that I am already consigned to print - I have some strange habits!!
Atyllah - I am not a Draconian, absolutely not! And should we meet - of course? I shall be in the country on Friday. You'll know me - I will be wearing jeans.
Mutley - yes, tis the best course of action.
You are so right, Minxy.
In one way, we're the worst kind of thieves. In another - we only take snippets - and convert them into immortality. Fair exchange?
Which country? Will I have to book a flight on one of those awful flying machines or can I teleport.
Who are you working for? What's the password?
Observations, my favourite occupation, or preoccupation.
Of course she's a spy, Atyllah, they haff vays, and all that!
No, no, I am a vitch, vot else!
Loved it. But don't you sometimes feel a bit guilty? I know I do...
Minx said...
No, no, I am a vitch, vot else!
11/2 A vitch?? I thought you were writing about writing about writing.... - oh yes a Vitch!
I vos writing about writing about writing, Mut, but I got distracted by Cailleach's attempts at a German accent. I wouldn't ordinarily be distracted by this, but I know that Cailleach has the sweetest Irish accent (and doesn't sound a bit like a female Father Ted by the way). I was also trying to think of a way to stop the chicken from teleporting into me front room as there's a good film on in a minute, and now Saaleha's trying to make me feel guilty about all the stealing an' all.On top of all that Debi, is asking me if it's a fair exchange. How the hell should I know? I write fantasy, so I make it up as I go along. Come to think of it, I already have talking cats in 'Coven of One'- how about a dog?
Now stop asking me about which witch is vitch, and tell me how to do those clever little italics in comments boxes.
How's the porn going, btw?
Wonderfully put, Minx!
We are the voyeurs!
Speak for yourself, Shameless. I only take a sneaky-peeky every now and again.
Like those people at parties, who when they are introduced to someone spend all their time with their eyes swivelling round trying to spot someone more important to talk to than the person they've been introducted to?
That would be me, but I'm usually scanning around to see who nicked the best gin and left the cheap one behind!
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