As a writer, think today about the outside world – the weather, the view, the ground beneath. Maybe you’re in your bedroom, take a moment to open the window. What does the sky look like? What can you hear? What can you see? Describe it. But don’t describe what you think is there, describe what’s actually there. I try and do this often, making short notes, some of which I can use in later stories. Some are terrible and useless. But that’s okay – normally I don’t show them to anyone so it doesn’t matter!
Here are a couple of notes I’ve written over the last two days:
The sky a watercolour wash….The cherry blossom light as the clouds behind…The evening the sun came out, illuminating the opposite hill, scrub skin like a fallen dragon’s…The sky almost as dark as the charred moorland beneath, the yellow of the gorse is the transition between earth and sky…daffodils tiny suns
Now it’s your turn.