It’s only six sentences.
But sometimes inspiration gasps for breath, ideas hunch unrecognizable at dark edges.
Still, the cloud cloaked mountain hunches over the lake.
The hunched heron keeps a hungry eye at the water, ready.
The writer hunches over the keyboard waiting, wanting.
The word from Denise at GirlieontheEdge this week is “hunch”, but I have a hunch you figured that out from my Six Sentences. No story, I am not as proficient as that blue heron is. I have been finding it harder to write now that I have more time to do it. I’m not sure what I do all day, but it takes all my time. I do want to take some time now to thank Denise and the Six Sentence Story community for being such a supportive and encouraging group.
Last February Denise gave us “plant” and I apologized for a somewhat sketchy offering then too. But I have declared that my blog is not just a display case, it is also a workbench. I am glad to have put the unfinished plant sketch out for you because of the feedback it received. I might have left it be, but was encouraged by the Sixers to keep working with it. I did and in it’s expanded and more polished form will be published Saturday at The Hopper Environmental Lit Magazine.
I’m thrilled they were interested in that piece, and I am appreciative of its origins here as a Six Sentence Story offering. Thank you!