Creative Writing - 01.09.2020

I haven't had much time to do any writing for this blog as I have been working on a few other projects as well as trying to upskill myself in preparation for the future. 

I am still working through some writing exercises from a book I have been using.  I am more than half-way through the book which is good.  I have a few days off work so I am trying to catch up on everything at the moment.  Including, my DIY tasks!

Below are a couple of exercises I completed over the weekend from the Five-minute Writer.

Chapter 34 - objects and correlation

Black crow, galling leaves, pot plant, wallpaper with a pattern of trellis and vines

The trees continue to shred their unwanted leaves under the grey light from the sky, as I shiver watching a black crow overheard swooping and then soaring into the grey nothingness.  I did not want to return to the suffocating house where the dirty dishes from yesterday linger in the browny-greasy water in the sink. And the empty spider plant pot on the window sill, now a sad reminder that you are no longer here with me.  I wrap my coat around my thin body and it does nothing to keep me warm because the coat feels empty without my extra pounds which I have lost since your death.  I feel as if I will die too, with my wasting away body and broken spirit.

As I unwillingly return to the house and sit in the living room, not turning on the TV to banish the screaming silence.  I watch the wallpaper with its pattern of trellis and vines - like snakes and ladders - leading up to the sky where you might be.  I smile now because although I miss you, I will see you again one day.  Maybe.

Chapter 38 - use synaesthesia to write a short scene

I waited and waited.  My stomach lurched from side to side like a acid green jelly on a plate.  I had a taste of mud in my mouth.  I couldn't think straight either.  My thoughts zig-zagged like tumbleweed in a desert.  Had they called me here to tell me that I have been given the job?  If success feels like this, what does failure feel like?  I had been at this firm for nay on 20 years.  Twenty years of giving the job my all. Twenty years of putting up with rejection and ridicule as people moved to other roles on promotion after a few months.  But no, here I am, dutiful and loyal like an old sheepdog.  Smiling like a crazed clown, half of the time, trying to stay on the right side of sane.

I hear the door open and my head swings round.  He is standing there, unsmiling, looking bored at having to  meet me.  He beckons me forward, like a snake charmer with a flute, and I follow him back into the room, letting the door close angrily behind with a clunk; sealing my fate.