Sunday Feb 9th, 2014.
I engaged Seth Moris for one hour today for an exercise in writing. We would each take the hour to come up with and write a story. I have to say I am quite rusty. Seth came up with a fabulous short story with rich with symbolism, philosophy, and mystery. It was quite a good read, especially for a one hour piece. You can find it here on his blog “An American Mystagogue”.
I struggled to get the wheels turning initially, grasping for inspiration and trying to hash out a story. About 15 minutes into the exercise I instead decided to write what I was imagining. This was a bit tricky for me as I find writing easier if I know the purpose of my endeavor. Ahh but writing for writings sake. That I have no engaged in for a while.
I got three paragraphs.
Here they are in all their rusty glory.
Dappled afternoon sunlight fell across the thicket. Sarah Gregies slowly opened her eyes and let out a sigh. She had been napping in her favorite place, a small cleared area in the midst of young pines. The ground was soft and dry, the air fragrant, and it was one of the few places Sarah could go to be alone. If you stood right in the center of the clearing and looked up – the lean of the trees is such to cause the patch of sky to be shaped like a star for their placement. Laying in the center of the thicket looking up Sarah spread her arms and legs making her body a star and mirroring the form of the sky before quickly springing to her feet to begin the walk home.
Just beyond the edge of the trees to the north Sarah began to climb a steep hill, at the top of which was a waist high rock wall. She quickly swung her legs one after the other over the boundary, putting her on the remnants of an old and well hidden path. The footpath lead her back down the side of hill, around the clearing and zig zagged through the woods on the edge of her uncles estate. Once on flat ground Sarah was able to increased her pace, navigating the rest of the convoluted path with ease. She knew every twist and turn as she walked here daily: a definite plus when racing the sunset.
She came to the house as the last rays of pink were choked from the sky, leaving purple and blues to to usher in the night. The midsummer breeze was warm and carried scents of honeysuckle and roses across the patio. Opening the gate and crossing the patio, she let herself in through the french doors and headed straight for the refrigerator for some iced tea. She heard Yanni playing throughout the house and rolled her eyes. Her uncle was already home.