Christian Writer's Guild practice...
My last lesson for the Writer's Guild was about the use of the senses in writing. You know, sight, touch, etc. It's tough to practice this spontaneously in my novel - the plot dictates what I can talk about and when - so I like to write smaller pieces in order to excersize my creativity and sharpen my writing skills. So here's what work is like...
I'm sitting, slouched back, at my desk. Computers hum all around me, set in neat two by two rows around the room, many with a pair of attentive eyes glued to their luminescent screens. Well, actually, where I work they could use a good dose of Elmer's. As I glance around the room I don't see much rapt attention being paid to the windows of learning that cover my student's monitors. Instead I see tired faces, glazed eyes and drooping heads. It's summer school and they'd all rather be somewhere else. Who can blame them, even on a day like today. A light haze of cloud cover dims the outdoors today, rather than the more prototypical school-free summer day. But through those windows and out into the overcast morning is still freedom. Its still where they...where we...would rather be.
I'm sitting, slouched back, at my desk. Computers hum all around me, set in neat two by two rows around the room, many with a pair of attentive eyes glued to their luminescent screens. Well, actually, where I work they could use a good dose of Elmer's. As I glance around the room I don't see much rapt attention being paid to the windows of learning that cover my student's monitors. Instead I see tired faces, glazed eyes and drooping heads. It's summer school and they'd all rather be somewhere else. Who can blame them, even on a day like today. A light haze of cloud cover dims the outdoors today, rather than the more prototypical school-free summer day. But through those windows and out into the overcast morning is still freedom. Its still where they...where we...would rather be.
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