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Beginning Writer's CraftFirst Steps Toward Skillful Storytelling© Will Greenway 2000 |
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Draw a long cool breath, thread your fingers and
stretch your hands until the knuckles loosen with a soft crack. Flipping the
stylus from its holster on your belt, you spin it with a flourish and chant the
words of illumination. Sparks spin around you in a spectral tornado, your
stomach tightens and a crack rings through the air. A flare of hard white
radiance blots out your familiar surroundings. Blackness replaces light, stars
and nebulae seem to whirl around you—then they are gone.
Heart pounding, you shake your head, blinking rapidly to clear the spots from your vision. You feel your knees pressing into soft grassy soil. A gentle wind filters through your hair, and sharp scents of pine and loamy soil fill your nostrils. Boughs creak overhead, accompanied by the sound rustling leaves and chirping birds. The last of fuzziness in your vision fades and you swallow, tasting the sugary hint of anticipation. You appear to be in a wilderness clearing at the crest of a hill. Above is a bright azure sky threaded with tufts of cirrus. Enormous oaks rise around you like dark sentinels their huge limbs appearing to embrace the heavens. Scanning the area, you find you are not alone. Several other people, each with a stylus in their hand and a tablet in their lap, sit in neat rows facing a large tree stump nearby. They all stiffen and grow more alert as a man steps forward and sits a few paces from the first line of attendees. The stranger is a heavy set with nut-brown hair and dressed in a dark blue jacket and jeans. He is fresh faced and blue eyed, with a bent nose and an off-center smile. He nods to every one, gaze scanning the assemblage. Your attention is briefly drawn from the man to a sound behind you. A few paces away are more people, only they are facing in the opposite direction. These too have the stylus and tablet, their attention is turned toward another man sitting on a tree stump who could be the mirror image of the speaker in *your* seminar. Wondering what that’s about, you turn your attention back to the subject at hand. Writing. |