The Letter

A while back someone asked me to give them a bit of information about how I develop story ideas for Fragments of Fiction.

Not unlike a lot of people I tend to use my own experiences as material. It is much easier to write about what you know. And to a certain extent I pull from stories, songs and different things that I see around me. The combination is usually enough to give me an idea and then I take it and run with it.

When I was around fourteen or so I heard a song called The Letter. Here is a link to the Joe Cocker version. As a teenager I didn’t realize how common or powerful the theme of love could be and thought that it would make a great movie. It took a few years and some exposure to films that weren’t solely action based to realize that a lot of movies about the topic had been made.

“Give me a ticket for an airoplane
I ain’t got time to take no fast train
Oh ,the lonely days are gone
I’ll be right home
My baby she wrote me a letter

I don’t care how much money I got to spend
I won’t find my way home again
Oh the lonely days are gone
I’ll be right home
My baby, she wrote me a letter

She wrote me a letter
Said she couldn’t live with out me no more
Listen to me mister don’t you ever xxxx
My baby once more
Anyway

Give me a ticket for an airoplane
I ain’t got time to take no fast train
Oh ,the lonely days are gone
I’ll be back home
My baby she wrote me a letter

Solo

She wrote me a letter
Said she couldn’t live with out me no more
Listen to me mister don’t you ever xxxx
My baby once more
Anyway

Give me a ticket for an airoplane
I ain’t got time to take no fast train
Oh ,the lonely days are gone
I’ll be back home
My baby she wrote me a letter

My baby wrote me a letter
My baby wrote me a letter
My baby wrote me a letter”

Anyway, I never did write, film or produce that movie. But I have written a few stories that sort of reflect its influences. One day I might take a shot at doing things on a larger scale, but for now I think that these stories will continue to float around inside my melon to be shared with you all upon occasion.

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