My intention was to start 2013 either finishing up my Manang story. Or start compiling my AtoZ stories before April 2013 comes around.
But of course, stories tend not to do what they’re supposed to do because another story wanted to be told. A story that parallels what I’m going through right now. And despite the fact that I’d come home so tired from work and just want to lay in bed and sleep. My fingers itched to type and over 2 hours last night, I wrote 5000 words of this story that may be fairly heartbreaking.
At first, I went Another heartbreaking story? I don’t want to write anymore of those! I resisted because writing those stories while it seems that I have an affinity for them, only makes me feel unhappy.
I’ve still got more heartbreak to write into the story but I”m aiming for a happy ever ending for my characters – Chris and Angie – that unfortunately, real life doesn’t mimic.
Update (12/10): This Lesson was chosen for the weekly ezine over at F2K. I’m super-chuffed and amazingly humbled.
So, Lesson 2 was a doozy for me and I suppose it’s because I’ve never really paid that much attention to which of my senses were activated when I read. I always relied on the overall feel and not the specific evocation of the senses from each sentence read.
Write one (1) paragraph using all the senses. Include at least three (3) words or phrases that suggest something without saying what the sense is.
Lesson 2 consisted of three parts actually. The first was to come up with sentences for each of the 8 senses and feedback from peers would be to identify which of the senses the writer wanted to evoke. The second part is as above. And the third was to read James Joyces’ A Little Cloud and identify sentences which evoked each of the 8 senses. It was the first time I’ve read James Joyce so I had to take it slow and break it down into individual sentences and denote each with a sense, wherever relevant. Even to me, that sounded anal.
Anyway, for Part 2 of my exercise, I decided to explore Toby and Chase a little bit more and came up with this:
The restaurant staff directed Chase to the sliding doors that led out to the balcony beside the dining area. Her taffeta gown rustled gently and tickled her ankles as she moved briskly towards the sliding doors, pushed it open and sauntered out. She was immediately caressed by the light of the moon which casted the landscape below her in an eerie pastel overtone. Tobacco smoke lingered on the balcony, perhaps from its previous occupant. Chase hoped she’d be able to wash it off her rented gown. She sighed thinking that the night had not panned out the way she expected. She leaned against the balustrade and removed her cherry lip gloss from her purse, touched up her lips then licked them, savouring the tart sweetness of the lip gloss.
Return To Me my drunken giggles as i told you that loose lips sink ships – and also the kisses i fluttered on your fingertips.
Give Them Back my wondrous gasp when i pointed out “The moon’s so bright!” and my shrieks of joy as we stood on the rocks watching seabirds take flight. my patience when you’re late again for our dinner date the jokes i tell when you’re upset
Return to Me every single wrench of my heart and every single tear drop shed every small caress and hugs on your body laid.
I Need Them All even my broken dreams that i whispered in your ears my ‘i love you’s‘ and especially my sayangs and my dears.