Magical .. yet sad.
Tickling and teasing; the way you play with words. You cast upon them your enchanted spells; gesturing them into dance and frolic, the reader left your unwitting toy. And I'm left weakened to the knee, casting about humble words in failed attempts of appreciation -- "Superb".
I really like the flow of this. If I were to describe it as a physical sensation I would say that it's like sitting high up in a mulberry tree that's swaying in fall wind. Warm and yet so cool.
I love this with the images of cats lazing and looking bemusedly at the people leading their important lives.
madame you never cease to amaze me
Remind me to get you a hockey stick for christmas... you shoot right or left?
I'll burn an illegal curve into it, that should get the mice out the door faster...
I can't stop laughing, the whole scene is sooo vivid and beautifully told.
What you need is for someone to come to the rescue!!
LOL this is great, and sooo true of how I feel about it as well... I do believe the rules should clearly state all mice/rodents shall stay on the floor. Also all bugs shall die on first strike.
If they put up the image on youtube, I can help you with a lovely montage of embarrassing pictures of them set to some interesting music:P
$20? I'll provide the camera and pay $50!
All to benefit the center, of course.. ;)
You tell a wonderfully vivid story.
Now Tom and Jerry come to mind along with the broom wielding, bandana wearing, big hip bearing Mammy.
Ha.. you should have come to the little camp with us in Vermont... Khornesone had to catch the damn thing with his hand. He learned two things that day...One.. they can run along insulation and two.. after throwing it out into the lake, that they swim rather well... Why he threw it in the lake I dont know but he did.
Anyways.. good mousers are hard to find it seems. I know ours shake the damn things to death untill their heads snap. We cant even have the little fake ones in the house... they tear them apart.
I think I can loan you one of our kittens but they demand pets daily and wet food on sundays.
So, you want to write, but you're stuck. How about a writing exercise?
There are two focusing exercises that I use. Come on into my brain and play...let's see if we can get you writing :)
1. Tackle a small project first. The Japanese wrote using concise language. Each syllable was vital. this is an exercise of editing out the unnecessary...sweeping away your cobwebs.
It doesn't even matter if you think the outcome is great...when you are done, you will have completed a writing task. Your brain will have stretched like a runner before a race. You will be in the zone.
OK, let's get started: A basic haiku format (traditional) used syllable counts in 3 lines
Line 1 has 5 syllables - Evergreen needles
Line 2 has 7 syllables - Wearing white in the still wood
Line 3 has 5 syllables - Dreaming of sparrows
A haiku traditionally focused on seasons or nature in at least one line of the poem. Make sure you count your syllables:
Ev er green need les = 5. If you struggle with this, rest your chin on the back of your hand, about where the knuckles are. Each time you feel your jaw drop, that's 1 syllable :)
Now you have a finished piece of writing that follows a revered tradition that dates back at least as far as the 1600s. I wrote mine while writing this tutorial just now, so it's not beyond you. You are ready to tackle anything!
2. Imagery cues. I use this a lot. I like to paint pictures with words. To get my brain ready to do that, I think about what topic I might like to cover. (If you are having a block, pick anything...this is about process and getting your brain in gear.)
Once I have my topic, I look at pictures for those that catch my eye. I think about why they grabbed my eye and I try to write what I see. You can do this exercise with books, magazines, artwork in museums, or on the street as you're walking. For our purposes, we'll Google. I don't have anything prepared. I want you to come along as the process unfolds.
OK, for a topic... I might like to explore loneliness and isolation. Those are great cathartic subjects for me. I'm leaning toward maybe a female who sits alone and watches the world go by at a pace she feels out of sync with, not knowing how to be a part of it.
(My topic is a bit abstract. It doesn't need to be. Yours might be as concrete as the shine on your car's new paint.)
OK...I am going to begin with googling "lonely" and hitting Images. I see a man beside a beach, a cartoon of a stick figure and a rain cloud, an image of a man in an alley, and a figure sitting on a cliff, silhouetted with water behind her.
Immediately, I am drawn to the alley and the figure on the cliff. I click on the images to see them at full size
In this one, I think about what strikes me. In the alley, the darkest point is the figure. The alley itself is bright, seeming to spotlight the person. I imagine the windows being accusational and the doorways echo the sounds within in a mocking fashion..."she" is not welcome/does not belong here.
I open Word and write a few lines about my experience with that image
Where streetlights are spotlights
Her shadows hold fast
While she slogs past windows
With her mother's eyes behind every pane
Pulling her coat tight round her frame
To ward off the laughter of doorways,
In on the joke of the welcome mat
I would repeat that process with enough images until I had lines to work with...material!
I go through my lines and play with the ones I like, which then becomes a surfing exercise within my own imagination...my springboard.
If I get stuck, I can repeat the process with other images in that search, or look up even another related topic. And voila! You're writing :)
Please let me know how these exercises work for you. I hope you enjoy! Keep writing.
Excellent suggestions and ideas even for an experienced writer.
Don't worry, the VRtards will promptly ignore your sage advice in their hurry to push out "The Life and Times of a Misunderstood Spirit: A Journey Into the Blackness of My Indelible and Miserable Essence - Part Four of Seven". I hear they were mistakenly introduced to the concept of rhyming this time.
Bad poetry that rhymes...that's like a kick to the head followed up by a complimentary enema.
I am going to choose to push the thoughts of complimentary enemas out of my head and say that when I next do some writing, I will try this:) Thank you:)
Thank you to all who troubled to write me and ask that this section remain open. I don't know how often I will write here, but I never expected the messages I received. So, from time to time, I will add my scribbles for those who have expressed that they find some enjoyment here. I'm touched by you all.
The last verse of this is so beautiful, it exudes peace. The line "I need stillness like the river reeds need the wind to stroke their hair." makes me purr. I love that mental image so much. It makes me think of the way grass ripples like the sea in fields, my favourite thing in the world to watch when I was growing up.
Thank you for posting this:)
"Barefoot and bowing before my own reflection"
I love that image. :)
That was wonderful.
*stands in quiet awe*
Nothing I can convey in praise of your gifts to the world can rise above "urhhgg, Grog likes". But that is only the case because it is impossible to find words that are other than shamed when held against your art, in the hope of describing these pieces of you. I have never before seen such a peacefully written, relaxed transition from the struggles of life to the welcomed embrace of perfect slumber.
"Where the ripples yet remain."
For a second I thought you wrote.. "Where the NIPPLES yet remain."
I said to myself... no... Nipples? This can't be my Joli!
Yet another gem ... so intoxicating!
I am glad that you still post here so that we can read it. You have no idea how your words move some of us.
Thank you for this gift.
Please, let me add my ten pennies worth.
"Geez, you're good!"