Write Lightning is a blog from writer Deb Thompson.
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(Some links or topics may not be completely kid-appropriate.)
Mon, Jan 30 2017
Themes and seasons
Spring comes early to this part of California. The tulip trees often flower out before February. Bulb plants have already sent up green shoots and are about to unfold packed flower tips as I type this. In less than three weeks we'll see new buds decorating the tips of deciduous trees branches. Nights throw temperatures down into the 30s, but a late winter day can warm into the the 60s and 70s.
It doesn't feel like an ebb and flow in nature, but more like someone jumping out from behind a familiar door in a familair building with one surprise after another. Frost on Tuesday Monday moring reminds us that winter has not finished with us yet, but hazy sun reminds us that we're right on track to spring.
A well-written story makes me feel the same way. It's not predictable, but it's also not easy to just fall in and out of a reading session. What pulls me in is the suspense or a curiosity to know what happens next, but what keeps me reading for a longer peiod of time is a familiar sweet spot, comfortable like a seasonal track running just below the surface of the twists and turns. I take delight in the surprising events, but I also feel satisfied that this is the way of all things in a larger sense.
posted at: 13:23 | category: /Writing Life | link to this entry
Spring comes early to this part of California. The tulip trees often flower out before February. Bulb plants have already sent up green shoots and are about to unfold packed flower tips as I type this. In less than three weeks we'll see new buds decorating the tips of deciduous trees branches. Nights throw temperatures down into the 30s, but a late winter day can warm into the the 60s and 70s.
It doesn't feel like an ebb and flow in nature, but more like someone jumping out from behind a familiar door in a familair building with one surprise after another. Frost on Tuesday Monday moring reminds us that winter has not finished with us yet, but hazy sun reminds us that we're right on track to spring.
A well-written story makes me feel the same way. It's not predictable, but it's also not easy to just fall in and out of a reading session. What pulls me in is the suspense or a curiosity to know what happens next, but what keeps me reading for a longer peiod of time is a familiar sweet spot, comfortable like a seasonal track running just below the surface of the twists and turns. I take delight in the surprising events, but I also feel satisfied that this is the way of all things in a larger sense.
posted at: 13:23 | category: /Writing Life | link to this entry