The Seine at Bennecourt, Winter – Claude Monet, 1893
It was December – a bright frozen day in the early morning.*
Snowflakes settle into a white field that slowly turns to gold as the sun rises above the horizon. Lost to each other, no longer free.
Trees blackened by winter’s bite reach up like charred spider webs. Searching for spring or perhaps waiting for the birds to return. Arms empty and twisted, they wait for the wind to give voice to pained moans.
Off in the distance where the pine trees live, soft pings of icicle wind chimes travel through the forest and into the field. Those long fallen snowflakes listen, wishing they could fly again.
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* Eudora Welty, from A Worn Path.
Special Note: The opening quote was a writing prompt from my writer’s group last week. It’s amazing what can come of a single quotation and 15 minutes of writing time.
Today marks the halfway point of NaNoWriMo. Official participants are hopefully near the 25,000 word mark in their novels, while I am hoping to reach my midpoint goal of 7,500 revised words. I hope everyone still has their hair and plenty of caffeine.
There’s still two weeks to go and for some this is a blessing, while for others the road seems a little too long. For all involved, just remember to believe in yourself and don’t give up. Writers more so than others tend to be their own worst critics. Keep that little negative voice silent and knock down the walls she builds.
Christmas may be over, but I’m one of those people that wishes the spirit of the season could last all year long. I thrive on the kindness, the love, and most of all the positive atmosphere that always surrounds Christmas and Hanukkah. With all that warm “goo” oozing out of my attitude, I couldn’t help but play with a page in my Wreck This Journal entitled “Page of good thoughts.”
I pulled out my trusty quote journal and picked out a few of my favorite phrases that truly embody the notion of positive thinking. They always pull me out of the doldrums and inspire me to make the best of each day.
As usual, black and white wasn’t enough for me so I pulled some cheerful hues out of my crayon box and gave each quote a splash of color. I keep this page marked for when gray clouds threaten to block the sun. This is especially fitting seeing as New Year’s Eve is just around the corner. Every year, I renew my goal of living by a simple philosophy that states: Happiness is a choice. This belief is rooted in my core and I intend to embrace joy as much as possible in the coming year.
Note: Its funny that I didn’t notice I spelled Thomas Mann’s name wrong until I started tagging this post. I’ll be fixing that! Sorry about that, Mr. Mann.
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