My Milwaukee writing friend, Laurel, came up yesterday to spend the night and go to writing with me. Jenny brought an exercise that gave us a word and then a sheet with four pictures on it relating to that word. My word was beach and one picture was of an elephant driving a little blue car down a beach. Of course that's the one I wrote about.
August 27-- Hilda loved feeling the wind whip past her ears as she wheeled her blue convertible down the hard sand of Coney Island beach. It wasn't often she got the chance to just cut loose. Her life was so busy with two shows a day and then packing up to travel to the next venue. It was lucky that the show was doing two weeks in one place and the boss had give the company an entire day off in the middle of it. She was glad their day off was in midweek so the beach was nearly deserted this close to Labor Day. The freedom and space of it was a real treat after spending day after day in the tent seeing an endless stream of gawkers pass by. She loved the few minutes she had in the spotlight dressed in spangles doing her act but it was hand to keep that feeling going once the lights were out and the fans went home. A few of the other girls wanted her to go shopping with them but Hilda had enough of crowds. She wanted to spend her day off with the ocean fresh in her lungs, driving down the sand, chasing up seagulls to watch them soar on the sharp wind off the waves.
It was a good night at writer's; we did 4 exercises and got lots of good work done.
--Barbara
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