I’ve been living in this city for a year. Sure, I’ve worked all these jobs and events and sure I’ve been with a number of men but nothing has filled my soul. I don’t know why I carry on here other than to defend my gender’s strength. To oppose the Uncle just because! In defiance is strength and in pursuance is rest.
Miss Anne was typing away in her study to have an excuse to drink scotch alone when there was a loud knock at the back door. Miss Anne sat upright, alert and stared at the door to her left. She drank a sip of wine and quietly walked away from the door to her bedroom where she stayed until 20 minutes after the knocking ended.
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When I write scenes like this I realize I’m obsessed with scene description. I don’t want to tell a story, well I have a story, but it’s all based upon the picture. I want to describe everything, from a toe curling to what’s happening outside. Minor dialogue in between. But it’s so boring, no one wants to read that! They want to read a story and be able to picture it themselves. *sigh* How can I challenge myself to ignore the urge to over-paint in words and simply write a movement. Challenge: Write a scene of Miss Anne going on her first date with Stephen without describing anything about their moods or appearance.
a poorly written essay on operant conditioning 