Woohoo! It's such a nice day I can't really complain about no rain. Jenny and Jennifer, thanks for the excellent writing night last night. We might not have kicked much writing butt (except for Jenny in the last freewrite--that was awesome! you'd better write more of that) but we wrote and shared and we'll do it again next week. We need to kick our own writing butts. Maybe we should start having homework? Or detentions? Something has to jump start our creative selves one of these days.
July 24--Edgar Degas, Woman Combing Her Hair. Juliet is lost in the movement of the brush through her hair. She can feel every muscle up her arm stretch and then the stretch moves down her back as she strokes the brush through her hair. Every night she performs the ritual, sitting on her bed, one hundred strokes to keep her hair strong and shiny. First one arm and then the other, from her forehead down to the ends and then flipping her head forward, she brushes up from the nape of her neck. The feel of her spine stretching as she leans forward relaxes away the cares of the day and the cool night air on her back makes her shiver. The sound of the bristles as they move through her tresses mimics the sound of the sea rushing onto a sandy shore.
That's it, kids. As much as I want to be creative and go off on a tangent, this is all I got. Oh well.
--Barbara
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