Books! I love books! The reason I didn’t blog yesterday is because I was to busy reading to do any writing of my own. I finished my book – so now I have time to write.
The top photo is of a journal that I received. At first I didn’t want to write in it because I thought it was too special. I was worried about ruining it. Isn’t that ridiculous? How could I ruin it by writing in it? I mean isn’t that the whole point of owning a journal? Maybe something I write will lead to great things. Who knows?
The second photo is of a couple of books on how to be a better writer. My goal someday is to be a published author. On days when I don’t feel like writing, I read books on how to be a better writer. It is inspiring to read other people’s advice and discover that I am doing some things right. I guess only time will tell. The one piece of advice I read everywhere is to write, write, write, and read, read, read, which I do follow.
Just for fun – I’lll pick an exercise out of “The Pocket Muse” by Monica Wood. Let’s see, randomly I open to page – wait there are no page numbers – but it says to write something with the following list of words: vale, simper, fling, cranberry, kiosk, winsome, prey, and quacky. Wow, I think this is going to be harder than I thought. But here goes…
I’ve been watching Robert all summer, but I hadn’t yet mustered the courage to actually talk to him. I saw him at least once a week at the public farm market where his family owned and operated a kiosk selling goods from their farm located in the lush vale outside of town. My family didn’t own a farm, but rather a small apartment in the center of town, so on Saturday mornings we would come to scout for the freshest foods and the best deals. I wanted desperately to talk to him, but my mom was allergic to cranberries and all of their products had cranberries in them, leaving me without a reason to approach the kiosk. Instead I watched him from a safe distance as countless girls flung themselves at him, falling prey to his winsome smile. He didn’t seem to encourage them, but they always walked away with a simper on their faces. I decided I didn’t want to stand around and stare anymore so I began to walk away when I noticed a booth I hadn’t seen before. It advertised free palm readings by Gypsy Matilda, a quick glance over my shoulder reminded me that I had nothing too lose, so I approached the quacky fortuneteller. She immediately sensed my mistrust and asked me why I had come if I didn’t believe. I told I figured I had nothing to lose either. She asked for my hand and then began to smile. She said that my future was close by and that I would have a long happy life. I thanked her politely and then walked out with my head down. Her ambiguous comment meant nothing to me. Only two seconds later I thought maybe there was more to her prediction than I originally had given her credit for, because a moment later I ran smack into Robert, And the rest is history…
Okay, so I did it. The only thing I had to do was change fling to flung because I wrote in past tense. You can try the same exercise as me and see what story you can come up with, or you can pull a different one out of the book because it is chock full of fun exercises to get you thinking.
Hey, on a fun note – these two photographs ended up being worth 650 words.