When I was younger, Sunday was “quiet” day. I’d try to go from dawn to dusk without saying a word. I suppose that made me a bit odd, but I’d read it somewhere and thought it sounded cool.
Being quiet was supposed to give me time for reflection, a chance to get to know me better. I can’t say if that happened, but it certainly gave my mouth a rest.
Sundays have now become “writing” day. Because my other responsibilities take up so much time and interrupt when I’d rather be left alone, I was forced to reserve one day a week for the WIP.
Yesterday, I wrote all day, starting from when I got up and going to around nine that evening. I wrote about 4500 words and the Big Scene that had been hanging over my head since I began the story was finished. It made me cry. And then it made me laugh. I’m hoping, when you read it in January, it does the same to you.
How many times has reading a book moved you to tears? To laughter? I can count the occasions on one hand. It takes powerful writing to exact emotion from me. I bet it’s the same for you.
I can’t say my writing will have that effect on you, but that’s my hope. I think every writer feels that way. We want to move readers to feel something, and it happens all too rarely.
Today’s photos are a hodgepodge of captures that make me feel something.
The first one is flowers. A simple spray of yellow wildflowers, yet they make me feel like spring inside.
Here’s a closeup of a damselfly called a bluet. I managed to get quite close, revealing details of this tiny creature I’d never seen before. He makes me feel thrilled, that such things still exist on our planet. In that famous dragonfly smile, am I seeing teeth? *delightful shudder*
This last one reveals the inevitable food chain, making me feel glad I’m usually at the top. It’s a bit gruesome, but then, sometimes life is, too.
We’re born into a wonderful world. Let’s vow to live life to the fullest! See you Wednesday.