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Why I Write
When I write, I draw on my experiences as a woman with a painful past, a rapturous wife and mother, a world traveler, and a spiritualist. For me, writing is an art form. Like an artist, the work becomes more than I imagined it would be. When I set out to write a story with a particular idea or character in mind, words I cannot claim as my own flow from a magical and mysterious place through me and onto paper. The work takes on a life of its own; it is living art. The process fascinates me, satiates me, and makes my life more meaningful.
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Blog, Blog, Blog #723038 added April 26, 2011 at 8:39am
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'V' is for...?
Today's 'V' prompt word is depicted by a character in the excerpt below. See if you can guess what emotion/feeling/state of mind I've described that begins with 'V'. Can't wait to read your comments!
Here's my 'V' word entry:
The baby’s cries drifted into the room like smoke from the hallway.
Céline shifted her jaw, catching a mound of slick inner cheek flesh between her teeth, and concentrated all her effort on the task at hand. In the mirror, she watched.
The ivory handle of the brush felt warm in her hand. She relished the way the stiff bristles raked her head, massaging her scalp from the part at the center all the way to the base of her skull. Then as the brush sailed down the zip-line of long locks, she savored the delicious tug of follicles resisting the pressure, until the brush dropped off near her waist.
The baby’s cries were louder. He’d have to be patient. She was on the one hundred and sixty-nineth stroke; almost finished.
Céline tilted her head as she brushed. From this angle, the light played from the right, illuminating shimmers of scarlet flecks in the curtain of her chestnut hair. It gleamed, smooth and silky, like new Barbie doll hair.
She brushed from the back, dragging her hair forward and letting it drape around her. Stroke after stroke, she smoothed every strand into place until the bodice of her white nightgown was completely hidden beneath her hair. Five more strokes on each side and, there, she was finished.
In the mirror, Céline’s eyes roved her reflection, her crowning glory in a state of utter perfection. The baby continued to cry.
Céline sighed and stood up. “Coming, love.”
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Any ideas what emotion/feeling/state of mind Céline depicted in this excerpt? Looking forward to your guesses! And here's a link to Jessica's blog to read her 'V' word entry. See you over there!
Have a grand day and thanks for reading!
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