“Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all’s right with the world.” ~ Ada Louise Huxtable
On a dreamy summer evening, under the grape-laden vines and the weeping, flowering branches of fuchsia, I knuckle down and get back to writing.
Here’s tonight’s exercise from C.M. Mayo’s Giant Golden Buddha and then onto the novel. Join me if you like!
July 5: Secret Yearning
What is your (or your character’s) secret yearning? And how did you (or he or she) come to have that yearning?
She longed for something that was just out of reach. Something that she could just barely recognize on the periphery of her conscious. Something luminous and mighty that made her heart expand beyond the confines of her chest. This longing had been with her as long as she could remember; back to the days when she’d climb out of her window at night and lie in the freshly mown grass looking up at a universe that made her feel small.