And now for something different. Read the following paragraph and I’ll explain:
When he shouted, “Broccoli tonight? You know I hate it!” and pushed away his place, she realized he could no longer be trusted. In none of their brief conversations during a twenty-five-year marriage had broccoli ever been mentioned. From now on, she knew he might say anything.
That short piece is from a wonderful little book in a series called A Magazine of Paragraphs Summer of 1989. (Click here.) Only 32 pages long. Only 3” by 4” in size. A book of mere paragraphs, unrelated paragraphs. Strangely captivating, the paragraphs are about anything. Everything. Some are funny, some are not. Some are poignant, some are not. You get the picture. Each is written by a different author.
That gives me an idea. (and that's usually where the trouble begins...)
Let’s try something. Let’s write a book of single paragraphs – on aging. Any aspect of aging: retirement, grandchildren, health, love, shoe laces, regularity, pill boxes, sports, money. Anything. Even oblique references. Mood pieces. Make us think, help us feel. Any length.
Why aging? For one thing, if we are lucky, everybody ages. But everybody does it differently. What works for you scares hell outta me. Yet, there are some constants.
Plus, aging is a growth market. All those newbies (boomers) will buy the book. They will welcome the training wheels.
Send me your paragraph. If enough of you want to play, maybe we can write a book together. Seriously.
Hurry. We don’t have that much time left.