I love Exercises Night at Writer's. Everyone brings an exercise and we write, a lot. We write crazy or silly or serious, whatever flows out of our pencils, we just write. And it feels great. I love hearing what Jenny and Jennifer write; it inspires me to explore my voice and stretch my comfort zone. Ooh, exercises night, it's a good thing.
June 11--Lucas Cranach the Elder, Three Princesses of Saxony. It's an unlucky house that has three daughters, all about the same age. That's what everyone on the block thought about the Saxony family in the big house on the corner. Their three girls, Sibylla, Emilia, and Sidonia, were less than a year apart in age, but galaxies apart in personality. Sibylla, the oldest at fifteen, pushed every boundary and every button, saying "I owe it to my sisters to blaze the trail for them." Her trail blazed, all right. Emilia, fourteen and the quintessential middle child, was the peacemaker. She spoke softly to everyone and did her best to keep things calm between her parents and older sister. The youngest, Sidonia, at thirteen was just exploring herself, but if the look in her eyes was any hint, she was going to be every bit as much of a handful as her oldest sister. Poor Hank and Marge Saxony, everyone in town said. Their next ten years are going to be hell.
See you later, pencil in hand and blank page ready.
--Barbara
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