Recently picked up the wonderful book, "Steering the Craft" by Ursula K. LeGuin, whose writing I simply adore. Her short text on the craft of writing is also endlessly instructive. She thrusts the keyboard at you and dares you to write.
Here's a bit I wrote for the exercise "Being Gorgeous." (This exercise encourages the writer to write a passage to be read aloud, with onomatopoeia, alliteration, rhythm, etc. and enjoy the sound and beauty of the words.)
The winds whispers secrets, but mostly I've ignored them, scorned them, failed to heed their forbidden lore and treasures. I've been too busy you see; listening not the wind, but to The Cacophony, the disquieting musics of life, the hammering of toil, the piles of paper, and the boiling turmoil in the cauldron of my brain.
Just thoughts themselves are loud enough. Add to that the pressure of work, taxes to file, forms to fill, audits to survive, meetings to endure, company politics to navigate, and the sum total of life becomes quite noisy. Deafening even.
But I digress; what was the wind saying? It seemed so important, but like the wind of yesterday, The Thought has moved on. The scent of wildflower has been replaced by the smog of cloudy indignation.
So I must remind myself again to listen. The world is full of incessant importunities, but these distractions are not so urgent that one should ignore the messages of spirit, however indistinct.
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