100 Words on Saturday – Week 9: Write exactly 100 words based on the picture prompt…
No, Becky, cross my heart, I’m not lying! After English class, he sat beside me in the library. At first, I ignored him and read my book. Really I stared at the words on the page and pretended to read while wondering why on earth he chose the seat next to me when there were tons of empty chairs in the library. He’s soooo cute, and he made me nervous. I almost fainted when he leaned over and whispered in my ear, will you ask Becky if she likes me?
Pinkie swear, those were his exact words.
So do you?
Z is for Zentangle
As a child I loved to color and draw and doodle. Was there anything better than a new box of Crayons, the one with the sharpener in the back? Filled with a rainbow of possibilities, I could spend hours studying the various shades and memorizing the color names—Brick Red, Cornflower, Green Yellow (not to be confused with Yellow Green)…
I recently began drawing zentangles as part of my regular writing practice. (Thank you Crescent Dragonwagon and Fearless Writing!) Zentangling is like a Spirograph without the plastic frame. A small piece of artwork, the results are often surprising, sometimes reflecting my mood or surroundings, often an image of my writing.
Doodling for adults.
With each stroke of the pen, I zone out and juice up the right side of the brain, the expressive and intuitive side. Anything that awakens the right-brain helps with creative writing.
Skeptical? I’m not surprised. That’s your critical, analytical left-brain preaching…
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| A – Z Blogging Zentangle |
talya
“Drawing makes you look at the world more closely. It helps you see what you’re looking at more clearly.”
― David Almond, Skellig
Musical Pairing:
Drawing, Barenaked Ladies
I did it! I blogged through the alphabet. Thank you to everyone who played along. If you are a new follower, I hope you will continue reading Grace Grits & Gardening long after Z…
Z is for Zentangle.
Til next year…
A to Z April Blog Challenge.
Happy May!
Solving for X
some days
words fail
to flow
ideas sit
clogged behind
my eyes
an unsolvable
problem
beyond reach
fuzzy
blurry
what to write
about X?
fuzzy
blurry
what to write
about X?
seeking a
change of
scenery
I walk
the wind
stirs the trees
wispy clouds
drift overhead
thoughts wander
in and out
some days
words fail
to flow
yet when
I change
my perspective
the answer
appears
heaven sent
| X in the sky over Munger Place, Dallas |
talya
“Ideas come from everything”
― Alfred Hitchcock
Musical Pairing:
Blowing in the Wind, Bob Dylan (Live, 1963)














