Sunday morning

[vaneramos]

I met Danny nine months ago, on July 4. Here is a little preview of my April batch for 100words.com, my entry for today.

Even after he climbs out of bed, I could lie all morning in the nimbus of his presence, feeling the shadow of the small of his back folding gently against my hip. I stretch across his sheets and feel the drug of happiness pressing like hazy sunlight around my brow, tugging me, luring me down into the sweet pool of dreams. A solitary voice beckons distantly, like a bird calling me to wake and take action. Every day counts, but some count best for savouring what sweet fruits may fall from the wind-rattled branches of life. Just a few minutes more.

Comments

Re: I went and joined 100words.com - and here is my first entry

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Yay, I'm glad you joined. I started last summer, skipping November on purpose to write my NaNoWriMo, then I missed February and March by default, but I'm glad to have started again. It has a way of distilling one's creative power. Some of my best writing over the past year has come out of these exercises.

Great start. That statement by Woolf reflects one which I recently recalled on LJ from another writer (not sure who), that if I want to write well I must be willing to write things that will make people uncomfortable. Even myself, as I have discovered.

Damn!

[ranjtheobscure.livejournal.com]

This is good!

Re: Damn!

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Trying to express something once a day in exactly 100 words is a powerful exercise, and this is one of my favourite entries.