Don't Follow My Lead

Today I wanted to talk about some of the ideas that have died in my head.   Not sure if I’ll ever go back to this premises, that’s all they really are, they don’t even have a story, so that would be way to big of a word to say.

I have two premises, and I think that, that’s the kind of story that I would like to write about, but, just because I want to, doesn’t mean is going to make it a successful idea.   But again, that’s why I’m here in a free blog website, and I’m just a simpleton.

The first premise, and I think that, this is how a story grows from this premise, is the idea of this father.   As of right now, I don’t know much about him, I know he lives comfortably, in a nice house, he works in a white collar job, he owns a Mercedes-type car, and he knows art.    He was married, now, the thing is, that’s all I know, I think his wife doesn’t live with him.  At least that’s not the vibe I’m getting from him.   I also don’t know if she’s not living with him, because they are separated, divorced, or widowed…..or just on vacation.   But I don’t feel is the latter, if I had to guess right now, I would say widowed.

I think that, because I know he has full custody of his child, a little girl, about 8, or 9.  The girl is cute, and very bright for her age, looks up to her father.  In her mind her father can’t do no wrong.  The love is mutual in this relationship.   I can’t tell the values her father holds outside his house.  But inside they are impeccable.   He can’t live without her.

My premise to this story is just of a father that comes home to his daughter, but she’s not there.    Did she run away? Was she kidnapped? My personal guess.  But then, that brings up the question, why? why now? Is he as clean-cut as he looks? what does he hides behind that facade?   Is it mistaken identity?

Can’t really tell you much more than that.   That’s as far as I always took that story.   Just always liked that premise of coming home to an empty house.    Of him sweating, and seeing stains in his perfectly ironed shirt.   Trying to backtrack his life’s decisions to try to find his daughter.   The only(?) person that sees him as a perfect image and he doesn’t want to shatter that from her.

As you can tell, I have no idea what I’m writing, or where I’m taking this premises, but I think that will be the part I’m trying to show you (me?).

Tomorrow I’ll give you another premise to a different story.    The real story will start on November 1st.   And if you think I already something pre-written and I’m just going to paste it, thanks if you think I that I think that far ahead, but my parents and friends would be laughing at that notion.   Since I do so little planning, I scare myself how I made it this far.   The reality is, like I have said, I have had this ideas in my head, but with exceptions of some blurbs, I haven’t written much.   I might post these blurbs sometime in the future if I think they are valuable in that they are so badly written, you might take them as examples of things not to do.