Thought Icebergs

“Say it!”
Maybe if I could.
“Come on. Say it!”
Even if there were no manners, fears, or other apprehensions saying ‘it’ can sound pretty silly.
When I try 'just saying' it, I say confusing things and people wonder how anyone could think like that. I don't know. I'm working on it.

Whole plays can be built on what is not being said.

I’ve never heard a playwright actually admit that they figured out the subtexts of the characters and then dumped them onto the stage together and let them fight it out in well timed Scenes and Acts. Playwrights are not going to say how they handle the subtext. Some of them ‘just get to know the characters and the characters work it out and sometimes surprise the playwright’.
How very diverting for them!
So…?
It’s been a long time since I put up a new post.
How come?
I intended to. One day last winter I was bashing ice off a steel roof that doesn’t get enough sun and doesn’t have enough slant for the snow to slide off. The genius contractor figured I needed an eaves trough. It did a great job of trapping ice so that it melted and ran back up under the roof.

That day the sun was shining and I was chopping with my hatchet and ice was flying all over the place. I was making minimal headway…time to hire some help.
Then it was time to go see the doctor.
I got ready. I was planning a post about something.
It never happened. I said something I’d never said to the doctor before and his answer knocked me for a loop.
It took a long time to process that new reality. Even now, I know it’s like an iceberg of thought…a tiny bit that is conscious to me. The rest of it seems to have taken up residence in the deep central parts of my cells.

So what was this idea that brought everything in Sirosis to a standstill?

Tomorrow, I’ll share that idea with you.