tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post116960852624307454..comments2023-10-11T09:22:33.136-04:00Comments on Paperback Writer: Strange FruitUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169697710896259692007-01-24T23:01:00.000-05:002007-01-24T23:01:00.000-05:00You and Dawn Firelight helped me interpret a dream...You and Dawn Firelight helped me interpret a dream I've been having lately. http://www.mercuryranch.org/blog/2007/01/24/strange-fruit/<BR/><BR/>Your post, Dawn's comment, and something hubby said gelled. This is so cool. Thanks.Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01805501348812702651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169691533978065122007-01-24T21:18:00.000-05:002007-01-24T21:18:00.000-05:00Strange fruit get thought about. Mulled over. Stre...Strange fruit get thought about. Mulled over. Stretched out. Beaten up. Manipulated, rearranged, crushed, re-constituted, shined up, polished and dumped into their very own, brand new story. Hopefully, with little bearing on the truth; you can trust me on that... I'm a journalist...Jaye Patrickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05595648222196000153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169684085040090102007-01-24T19:14:00.000-05:002007-01-24T19:14:00.000-05:00Paying the IRS with fruit.I almost dropped my lapt...Paying the IRS with fruit.<BR/>I almost dropped my laptop.<BR/>I love this blog!Maggie~Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09516656961615971327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169680047230304062007-01-24T18:07:00.000-05:002007-01-24T18:07:00.000-05:00Apparently it's a 'strange fruit' sort of day. I ...Apparently it's a 'strange fruit' sort of day. I tried to leave work early but my plans were thwarted by a very large and very angry beaver who has decided to camp out at the bottom of the stairs leading to my office. I'm waiting for maintenance to come and scoop him up with a loader and return him to a more hospitable local. I've heard of being waylaid on route to the parking lot before but never by a beaver. I haven't quite figured out how to work with this new experience but it's so odd, I just had to share it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169675040128316932007-01-24T16:44:00.000-05:002007-01-24T16:44:00.000-05:00I turn my strange fruit into scribblings in a spir...I turn my strange fruit into scribblings in a spiral bound notebook. I think I'm going to have to live to about 147 to get all those stories written.Sofie Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16830230500527705589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169672794894055882007-01-24T16:06:00.000-05:002007-01-24T16:06:00.000-05:00What do I do with my strange fruit...I tell the pe...What do I do with my strange fruit...I tell the person! LOL! No, it's true.<BR/><BR/>I once sat down beside a woman on an airplane and as she started to buckle herself in she stopped and pulled a red ribbon gingerly out of her front pocket then carefully placed it in the cushion pocket on the back of the seat in front of her. Seeming satisfied, she sat back in her seat and buckled herself in.<BR/><BR/>By the time she'd finished buckling, my writer's mind had already come up with a story behind the meaning of that red ribbon to her. <BR/><BR/>Of course, when she found out during the flight that I was an author and she asked me that one question most authors get, "how do you come up with your ideas for your books?" I laughed and told her authors are very observant people and sometimes it's "other people and their actions" that oftentimes spark story ideas. :) <BR/><BR/>When I asked her what that red ribbon meant to her...it didn't have the deep meaning my mind had assigned it...I liked my "made up" story better. *g*Patrice Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12061901112336162568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169670773744396602007-01-24T15:32:00.000-05:002007-01-24T15:32:00.000-05:00Little bitty bright orange notebook. Though I fin...Little bitty bright orange notebook. Though I find that the vines that grow my strangest fruit tend to weave themselves together so that I remember them as a group. Maybe it has to do with one's state of mind - if one sight gets me thinking about ghosts then that's on my mind when the next three show up and my imagination just feeds a structure to me as the world passes by my window. That's a frighteningly slow process, though.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169669745539149002007-01-24T15:15:00.000-05:002007-01-24T15:15:00.000-05:00Alien pods and they're coming to a town near you! ...Alien pods and they're coming to a town near you! (Picture Kevin McCarthy screaming in the streets...)Sharon Cullarshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14212571153286788058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169666896090576092007-01-24T14:28:00.000-05:002007-01-24T14:28:00.000-05:00I have a grapefruit tree in my backyard. It produ...I have a grapefruit tree in my backyard. It produces huge, juicy, wonderful fruit, a cross between pink and white grapefruit. There's nothing better than home grown.Rob Gregory Brownehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11952008139132652259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169664111263456182007-01-24T13:41:00.000-05:002007-01-24T13:41:00.000-05:00My first thought was the old guy was sending them ...My first thought was the old guy was sending them to someone in Washington who has written a new law that would, in effect, make it illegal for him, and all other small farmers to actually treat his grapefruit trees to fight this citrus canker, and was sending this bozo a sample of what he would be helping to destroy. But I guess that's just me.<BR/><BR/>As to the size of the grapefruit. Many years ago when I lived in South Florida, the people who lived behind us had a grapefruit tree in their back yard that mostly hung over into our backyard (it was there long before these particular neighbors) and every morning I would go out and pick a couple of the mammoth things for my mom. As far as I know that tree was never fertilized or even watered, and the fruit it produced were humongous and incredibly sweet. <BR/>AnnAnnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17968479919482739686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169660616272145322007-01-24T12:43:00.000-05:002007-01-24T12:43:00.000-05:00Mine get filed three ways, depending on what I hav...Mine get filed three ways, depending on what I have at hand:<BR/>1) I write them down and put them in a file in my desk called 'story ideas'<BR/>2) Record them in the note pad function on my Palm. Sometimes I transcribe them for the folder<BR/>3) Call my own voicemail, then transcribe them later for the folder (this one helps when driving)<BR/><BR/>Then the ideas are out of my head, and I can peruse the folder later for material.Rowanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14732264471007486923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169653982193749332007-01-24T10:53:00.000-05:002007-01-24T10:53:00.000-05:00Ideas are like butterflies. They’re bright and att...Ideas are like butterflies. They’re bright and attractive and they can zip through pretty quick. They must be captured before they zip away. I try to ‘get the net’ and get them on paper ASAP, while the color is still fresh. Even the small ones that don’t look like much. Sometimes odd little ideas end up fitting in places I don’t expect them to. I have several file folders on my computer, with little odds and ends of ideas. <BR/><BR/>I also have a journal that I keep up with pretty regular: ideas, snippets of research, cool quotes, books I’ve read, etc. This is also done on the computer, so it’s all in one place. Besides, my hand writing is lousy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169649596866587742007-01-24T09:39:00.000-05:002007-01-24T09:39:00.000-05:00I have a nifty little handheld recorder that store...I have a nifty little handheld recorder that stores something like 800 individual files and I carry it with me everywhere. I’m constantly recording ideas, strange vibes or story ideas I get when coming across “strange fruit” and then go back and type them up if they still make sense to me by the time I get around to listening!jill terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14811303555984256109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169645050097278332007-01-24T08:24:00.000-05:002007-01-24T08:24:00.000-05:00I put all my weird ideas down in an idea page. The...I put all my weird ideas down in an idea page. They're not organized, they're just a big long list (hundreds, now) of snippets, some are a sentence, some 2000 words.<BR/><BR/>I sometimes think I should organize it, but I like its organic quality. It grows like a banyan tree, roots everywhere in a big tangle.Deanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10023986850397045322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169641832120964722007-01-24T07:30:00.000-05:002007-01-24T07:30:00.000-05:00Strange fruit is always sketched in my idea notebo...Strange fruit is always sketched in my idea notebook. Or, when I'm stuck in line at the post office for hours and hours, it's written on my arm...which usually creeps people out and either gets me further ahead in the line, or gives someone else a strange fruit to deal with. *-*<BR/><BR/>All strange fruit must be remembered, because I never know when I'm going to need a rampaging, mutant kiwi or two.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169641343850988542007-01-24T07:22:00.000-05:002007-01-24T07:22:00.000-05:00My 'strange fruit' usually comes to me in dreams -...My 'strange fruit' usually comes to me in dreams - I get weird, colourful dreams that leave me feeling disturbed when I wake. So I write them down, file them away then come back to them one day when I'm in need of a story.eihposhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00313211805933994883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169629136943033122007-01-24T03:58:00.000-05:002007-01-24T03:58:00.000-05:00Okay, after reading those first two paragraphs you...Okay, after reading those first two paragraphs you are not allowed to tell me that you have trouble with description. Smacks head on desk.Jordan Summershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00437563784716604402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169621931473286722007-01-24T01:58:00.000-05:002007-01-24T01:58:00.000-05:00How do I deal with strange fruit? I'm likely to ea...How do I deal with strange fruit? I'm likely to eat it. (I like all kinds--but I'm probably on the same meds as you, because I can't eat grapefruit either. Haven't figure out if that restriction applies to pommelos yet.)<BR/><BR/>The farmer has a semi-legitimate thought process there--I brought coconuts through Hawaii once--I delcared them. The agricultural inspectors stopped me. I was heading to Cleveland. They agreed that I could put the coconuts in overnight storage at the airport and take them on the rest of the journey. There aren't many coconut trees in Cleveland, after all. And I needed fresh coconut for an authentic island dish I planned to prepare for friends.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169621010473957002007-01-24T01:43:00.000-05:002007-01-24T01:43:00.000-05:00I bury them in the soil and hope they grow into tr...I bury them in the soil and hope they grow into trees with character(s).Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06185883760690309984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169618044007114842007-01-24T00:54:00.000-05:002007-01-24T00:54:00.000-05:00My stories ARE my strange fruit.My stories ARE my strange fruit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169617781818394582007-01-24T00:49:00.000-05:002007-01-24T00:49:00.000-05:00I have to be careful typing out stuff like that be...I have to be careful typing out stuff like that because my mind might get caught up in the story and I'll forget about my other projects.<BR/><BR/>But I do that sometimes, because without it, I have idea constipation, and that sucks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169616286198750182007-01-24T00:24:00.000-05:002007-01-24T00:24:00.000-05:00Aliens! Aliens!Always vote aliens. That way when ...Aliens! Aliens!<BR/><BR/>Always vote aliens. That way when they come, you'll be on their list and they'll be kind.Katie Alenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17210222751354931694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169615403304784732007-01-24T00:10:00.000-05:002007-01-24T00:10:00.000-05:00oooohhhhh... paying the IRS in grapefruit... I lik...oooohhhhh... paying the IRS in grapefruit... I like that.<BR/><BR/>I remember a patient's mom who one time sent her entire bill... over a hundred dollars...in coins. Not because she couldn't send cash or a check. But because she was pissed she got billed. <BR/><BR/><BR/>PBW, I do the same thing as you when weird little things come around. I think up weird scenarios. Then something else catches my attention and I forget about it and move on to the next weird scenario. :O)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169613190112454442007-01-23T23:33:00.000-05:002007-01-23T23:33:00.000-05:00I apologize for not emailing this to you. I couldn...I apologize for not emailing this to you. I couldn't easily find your email address. I'm spreading the word of a contest I'm co-hosting. The contest is to encourage readers to try out a new book by a new author. The second part is to help promote new authors. I don't know if you would be interested but I just wanted to leave you a little note about it. <BR/><BR/>Cheers!Rashenbohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03495120136277921981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1169612575679934892007-01-23T23:22:00.000-05:002007-01-23T23:22:00.000-05:00I know this isn't an answer to your question, but ...I know this isn't an answer to your question, but have you considered the possibility that this guy was filing early with the IRS.....paying with grapefruit in protest?<BR/><BR/>HMMM.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com