I like to walk for about an hour around my neighborhood even when it's freezing. Only snow and rain keep me inside. So bundled with layers of clothing, plus gloves, ear muffs and a scarf up to my chin, I brave the cold.
Here are the five senses on a brisk February day before I sit down to write.
I Hear:
blue jays screeching
fire engine siren screaming
train
whistle wailing
dogs barking, snarling, and growling
wind chimes tinkling
I Smell:
smoke from a fireplace
the flowery scent of laundry being
dried
dry cold air
damp oak leaves
dry cold air
damp oak leaves
I Feel:
a breeze sailing
through my hair
wind striking my face
cold cutting through my jeans
fur-lined gloves warming my hands
fur-lined gloves warming my hands
I See:
10 American flags, 8 Christmas decorations, and 6 University of Kentucky Wildcat flags
the sun peeking through thick grey clouds
a discarded beige leather sofa by the street curb
wine-colored buds trying to
push out on oak trees
a cluster of emerald-green hyacinth leaves waiting for spring
a cluster of emerald-green hyacinth leaves waiting for spring
I Taste:
nothing
yet until dinner (pan-fried pancetta tossed with brocolini served over pasta)
Coming March 15th: To be or not to be snappy. How witty should a query letter be?
Coming March 15th: To be or not to be snappy. How witty should a query letter be?