Water always seemed so nice. Swimming has always been my favorite thing to do and I feel it always will be. However now that I understand the world a bit better I feel the pull towards fire and air is stronger. Although I fight the air to keep my hair looking nice and pull my jacket closer to protect myself from the bit of the air, I find myself appreciating the wind and its breeze. I don't appreciate the dust that gets in my eyes but I can admire the swirl of air and its feel. The air is more delicate than the other elements and I feel I am not graceful enough or gentle enough to use it well. I still feel water is my destiny.
I always forget this. What am I working on? Im better developing a magical world I had written a short snippet of about the classic and cliché star crossed lovers. How do I feel about the process? Its cool. Lots of thoughts but I dont always get them all written down. What am I reading? Stephen Kings On Writing And Dead Men Do Tell Tales by William R. Maples
This little paragraph packs a lot of imagery. you should post more of your writing. Tell us how things are going (or not) with your writing.
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