Typical me, I commited another full-scale derailing of a simple assignment yesterday--though I'm rather pleased with my
Timpanogos entry...it just didn't follow the author's guidelines for the first writing exercise strictly. =os But I didn't realize it until I started delving into the second exercise. I
rrrreeeeeaaaaaallllyyyyy went offtrack yesterday with the picture and legend, but I have no regrets about it. I did the main part of exercise one, which, really in my mind at this point is all that matters. It gave me more practice of a skill I've been using in my writing for sometime now.
Writing what I see using metaphors and similes.
***********Today's exercise, the second, is on
Writing what you hear.
a) Think of a noisy place then describe it, using words that are as quiet, as staccato, as smooth or as loud as what you are describing.
My room. Snuggled under a delightfully soft, cozy and fluffy comforter and blankets, warmed from my heated mattress pad I lay curled on my side, relaxing degree by slow degree. Listening to the soothing, mellow patter-pat of the raindrops outside my window on the wood deck beyond, I let the rain's rhythmic lullaby send me to Morpheus in the hopes of a good dream.
***********A crack of thunder violently rends asunder whatever pleasant dream Morpheus had sent my way. Jumpstarted into wakefulness with a surge of adrenaline pumping wildly through my veins, I settle back down against my sheets and pillow with a gasp. The rapid
thud, thud, thud, thud of my heart pulsates strongly in my ears, keeping perfect time with the frightened pounding against my splayed hand. Lightning illuminates my room with a blue-white glow seconds before another round of thunder releases its earth-shaking
BOOM! This time, a lil thrill of pleasure tingles along my spine instead of startled fear. My muscles begin to relax. The whooshing of the now accompanying wind and the rumbling of thunder every few minutes join the muted
patter-pat of the rain in an elemental symphony.
b) Write lists of your own, using similes and metaphors using sounds.
The rushing of hot water from the tap is a miniature waterfall dumping into a rising, steaming pool in a porcelain basin.
The rumbling of a subway as it shoots on by is like the fierce grumbling of an earthquake.
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