Close to the house, the steady, wet sound of rain on pavement, slapping in puddles. Farther off, the wind gusts and swirls; you can hear the trees bending at wild angles in the dark.
*Okay, readers, just for fun: Who can tell me where the title comes from? :-)
A Wrinkle in Time?
ReplyDeleteThese small stones are getting harder and harder for me to craft -- you seem to be doing so effortlessly!
Re: "effortlessly"--the magic is in the half-assedness. Really! xox
DeleteElizabeth: But of course! _A Wrinkle in Time_. (I could have guessed that you'd know, and I barely even know you!)
DeleteAnd yes, re: effortlessly, listen to Lis. I try not to think too much about it--it works out much better all around. Just a moment of getting still and paying attention, and whatever comes out gets slapped up here. Minor edits are allowed, but over-thinking is definitely something I'm trying to avoid. I allow myself to really enjoy thinking about which particular word will best express what I'm seeing/hearing/smelling/whatever, and I allow myself to cut words out as much as I like. That's as far as any crafting goes.
Elisabeth, The best thing to do - I think is to just pick up a pen or put your fingers to the keys and write what ever follows... They aren't always gems. But most often if you write about what you know you will do just fine.
ReplyDeleteI agree with all you gals are saying - and also, Amy, stop sending those wind gusts my way!
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