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a quote from my favorite author

“The most solid advice, though, for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell, and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”

-William Saroyan, The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze

Monday, February 17, 2014

31 THINGS day twenty-five


I am participating in a class with Ali Edwards through Big Picture Classes called 31 Things.  Every day includes a word, writing prompts, dig deeper prompts, a writing tip, Ali's example, and a photo challenge.  In addition to the prompts, templates for a physical album and/or digital album are included.  I am creating a digital album and plan to share the results here over 31 days.

created with Photoshop Elements 9 and tools from 31 Things with Ali Edwards

day twenty-five | outside

Outside?  I don’t even want to talk about outside.

Mark and I just came in from blowing and shoveling what seemed like another foot of snow. 

It did feel good to be outdoors, but I am itching to be outside at a time when I am not knee-deep in snow. 

I am longing for the days when we get to put the table Dad made us to good use.  I want to sit out back, listening to leaves flutter in the wind.  I imagine being so warm that I take comfort in the cool offered by the umbrella’s shade. 

I have big plans for warm weather.  I have books to read, and a book to write.  I have dogs to exercise.  I have legs to tan.

When I was younger, I spent hours outside.  Alone.  So much, in fact, that my sister used to wrinkle her nose and tell me, “You stink like outside,” when I came back into the house.  I spent hours on a giant pile of dirt pretending rocks were dinosaur bones.  I sat still with a handful of dried corn for as long as it took to coax a chipmunk into getting close enough to eat out of my hand.  I walked barefoot on moss because I liked the way it felt against my feet—even though it meant enduring my sister’s relentless teasing.

Outside?  I am ready to be outside. 

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