Write On Wednesdays Exercise 11 - Take a Walk: "Come back home and write what you encountered. Try to write so that your sentences feel the way the walking felt." Let's toss the 5 minute sprint aside this week and instead take a lingering stroll through our exercise. Participants are encouraged to write a first draft (the point being to get it out on the page), then to go through and edit their piece before posting. We're aiming to get from one place to another, taking the reader with us - economically, gracefully, elegantly.
Perhaps start with the usual stream of consciousness exercise if you are having trouble getting started. But then stop and take a look. Edit your sentences and try to get them "feeling" the way your walk felt.
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High up on the hill, the coastline stretched out before me, I walk. Slowly, languidly, savouring the silence.
The sun, finally shining, dazzles my eyes. It seems as though it smiles upon the whole world. I smile back. She is my companion on this otherwise solitary ramble. I seek comfort from her warmth.
The dark, heavy clouds of the past few days are a long, lost memory. All there is, at the moment, is me, the sun and our walk. Winding along the country lane, gravel crunching under my sneakers, a shoelace trailing behind me, dragging in the mud.
My mind wanders, as minds often do. Back to the children, warm and safe at home, bickering over homework, or who stared at who. Probably driving their Father crazy.
And then, the sun vanishes. Hidden behind a dark, ominous cloud. A drop of rain falls and lands on my upturned face. More follow. I hide under the sanctuary that is my umbrella. My daydreams are halted by the blanket of rain, falling, to smother me.
I turn to head back home, through the damp, the suffocating downpour. To warmth, light.....and noise.