The Weather Vane

By Lisa Carley, published Apr 01, 2008
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It all began with a writing contest entitled "The Weather Vane". How appropriately titled. I needed direction to begin writing again and there it was, all spelled out for me. I could even cut and paste the title straight from the site if I wanted to.

"The Weather Vane". How intriguing (or not so intriguing, in my case - I feel that "baffled" is a much more suitable word). I feel as if I could write about anything: a potted plant, clumping kitty litter, store brand country style gravy or even split ends...but I can't seem to think of one thing for the body of "The Weather Vane."

Several different options occurred to me. Weather vanes obviously stir up images of the country side. I pictured a weather vane spinning wildly a top a run down barn in a midnight summer storm, conjuring up thoughts of fright and mystery. Or how about a small town country girl making a decision to see the world for herself, following the direction set by the wind on the church's weather vane...

Yet nothing much more than that comes to mind. Is it lack of interest on my part? Perhaps lack of imagination? Or is it simply a bad title? I look to my surroundings for a spark of inspiration on the subject. Nothing happens. A quick web search shows that antique weather vanes are becoming quite popular. Not even mildly interesting to me.

Of course, my brain shouts that WEATHER VANES = DIRECTION. Yes, that they do. I could make an attempt to show how ironic it is that the subject at hand was supposed to give me some direction on becoming a better writer. Well, in a sense, I suppose I've already done that. All I've really managed to do is to ramble on about my thoughts. They are obviously without much direction at all! Unlike a weather vane, clearly showing where the thing that inspired it to move came from...

Well, I have been inspired to "move". Maybe in due time "The Weather Vane" will send me in the right direction for what I'm searching for, but until then, I will wait patiently for that bulb hanging over my head to at least flicker in an attempt to light up those dark and seemingly empty corners of my mind!

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