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This comic made me giggle uncontrollably. He looks so BAD ASS!!
it's been a while since i had the time, and the urge to write something. I emailed my dear friend Paige and lamented that i finally had some time to write, yet nothing to write about.She promptly wrote back asking whether or not i'd like to consult the "Creative Block.".
i did.
she sent me this little exercise which i was skeptical about at first:
Describe - without going there - your favourite room in the house. Imagine you haven't been there for 20 years
This got away with me a bit. i started out with the intention of writing about one room, but as you'll soon see, it spread into the whole house. I won't post the whole thing here, you can find the complete tale in its entirety over here at our creative writing blog. Here's an excerpt though...
Note: The return to the old house is completely fiction, but the memories are all real.
The door screen door slammed shut behind me, echoing through the empty house. I couldn't believe after 20 years, the bungalow my family lived in was still standing. I hadn't been back here since dad moved the family away. I recalled being so angry with my dad for taking me out of school and moving me halfway across the country. I knew there was no hope of ever seeing my friends again. My best friend Jenny and I clung to each other, tears streaming down our faces, promising we'd write and call every day, vowing to be together! I think we both knew it was the end, and the letters and calls pedered out after only a few months.
I laid the realtor's keys on the counter, leaned against the sink and looked around the kitchen of my childhood. The dark wood of the cupboards, the avacado green fridge, the same curtains hung over the kitchen window that my mother had sewn when I was 10. It was all still there. I stared at the same brown and orange linoleum, peeling up under the pantry door, and the old familiar geometric patterns lifted out of the lino and burned into my retinas. I recalled many a 'late night chat' with my father in that kitchen - staring off into space, picking out different patterns in the floor - anything to avoid having a real 'heart to heart'...
Enjoy the rest.
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