This last week I returned to work after (probably) too short a recovery period from surgery. The surgery part is notable, not at the level of a narrative device but at the sub-level of explaining my being slightly irritable from the pain. And actually, now that I think of it, the surgery, being serious, is the driver here. Characters in my stories do this all the time, feign innocent supporting roles, stand by the wall scuffing the floor in their new shoes like they really don’t much care to be part of the action then suddenly dash in and run off with the plot.
Somehow we’re taught that the obvious is rather inelegant and the deeper knowings are in the cupboard (third shelf up) behind the water buffalo standing on the dining room table.
Back to my first story for ds106: I just had surgery and upon returning to work found the whole routine felt pretty unimportant. And it’s difficult to explore this because the answer: daily life can’t compete with the extraordinary, seems to be un-resolvable and not much use for story material.