Free Write - Another What Is It?

 

We had to juggle our sacred Free Write Day. It's much more important to do it than be locked into a specific hour or day, as long as we do it. Julia's prompt, which meant she knew. As we sipped our tea, Rick and I weren't sure of what it was. The timer was set just the same for ten minutes, pens poised, clean paper waiting. Go!

Julia's Free Write

"I don't have a clue."

There it was - a picture for all practical purposes was undecipherable. 

So her mind wanders . . .black bag, white wall, a few signs on the bag, but not much indication of its purpose.

Never mind, she thought. I'll do what I do when I'm stuck in a meeting and bored: take a trip to my favorite places. The mountains? Yosemite, the Grand Tetons,?The Swiss Alps? The Dolemites? 

Can't settle on one so perhaps a Natural Wonder? The oasis in Tunisia? The Painted Desert of my youth?  

Or maybe water? The beaches of northern California? The numerous waterfalls throughout my life? The gorgeous lakes?

Nope, nothing to be done, my mind returns to the photo.

Eureka - a garbage bag !  I Think I'll take it off the "whatever" and use it to strangle whoever thought of the prompt !

110 liters - a good size for a body !  

Visit Julia's blog. She has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends.  Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/ 

D-L's Free Write

"Class, get your pencils and pads and go sketch something," the hunky art instructor said. 

Julia took her pad. She saw Martha stop at the swan fountain. 

Freida headed for the elaborate gate with the gold spikes on top. You can't show gold with black pencils, Julia thought.

Nancy headed for the forest. She'll probably draw a tree or violets in moss.

So what if I want something different. She walked around the old château, okay a big mansion turned into an arts center where the women had come to drool over the art teacher and eat good French food. 

She passed the kitchen and found a stone to sit on.

One pencil outlined her object, another offered shading.

A bell called them back. They sat on their chairs as Monsieur Hunk collected their pads, commenting on each one: the swan, the tree, the gate. 

Then he came to Julia's. "You have the most unusual I've ever seen," he said with his sexy accent. "A garbage bag."

Visit D-L.'s website  https://dlnelsonwriter.com, is the author of 15 fiction and three non fiction books. Her 300 Unsung Women, bios of women who battled gender limitations, can be purchased  at https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/300-unsung-women-d-l-nelson/1147305797?ean=9798990385504

Rick's Free Write Stone / Sack

Superstition can be a wonderful thing. It can make sense out of mystery and inspire simpletons to follow the guidance of cult leaders.

Consider the example of ‘sacred stones.’ The myth of the sword in the stone. Or the rock over which Scottish and English kings were crowned for centuries.

Or modern fairy tales like the bullet hole in the ear which miraculously healed over through the application of a sanitary pad.

Just about everyone, from a young age, makes up stories, usually to deflect attention from some uncomfortable truth. Deny, deflect, distract. Nothing to see here. Look at the shiny object over there.

We think we’re too sophisticated to fall for the fantasies believed by the rubes of a thousand years ago. But are we any less gullible in believing the lies that fit our view and ignore the facts?

Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices.com, a weekly newsletter reporting the top stories about the airline industry. He is the author of The Robot in the Simulator. AI in Aviation Training.