I'm beginning to question everything I write! The latest dictat is 'Show, don't tell.' Put enough detail in to make it vivid, but leave out details you don't need. How much is enough? How much, too much? Our assignment is to write about a location, and place a character there, who may know the place well, or not at all. So here's one about a scary evening walk when I was on holiday with my Scottish relatives when I was a child. I've never liked walking in the dark, even as an adult. The darkness between the Scots pines bleeds onto the needle covered path, monochromed by moonlight. "Let's take a left then right, left then right, see where it takes us." My uncle and older sister are in on the joke, are fearless in the absence of daylight. I follow them, gullible, trusting. A long way from home, we'd made our way from the s...
Day 4: "Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem about living with a piece of art. It’s the rare human structure – be it a bedroom, kitchen, dentist’s office, or classroom – that doesn’t have art on its walls, even if it’s only the photos on a calendar." Not a lot of people know this, but a couple of years ago I treated myself to an afternoon photo shoot - boudoir style. It was great - hair and make up were professionally done before I went through to the studio and changed 'into something less comfortable'. Several flutes of prosecco and a lovely young woman photographer completely took away my shyness, and I had a blast. What an ego boost! And now two of those (very tasteful) images sit in our walls, and on my profile pictures, reminding me that I'm a damn fine looking woman, in the right light. Yes, look this way, lovely, Now over here, perfect, reeeally good... Her camera an instrument of magic, Wielded lightly like wan...
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