Robin Hawke


Deep South
March 23, 2012, 7:01 PM
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Blooming redbuds lined the highway.When their presence fizzled, wysteria, ropes of it, took their place. The deep south with its faded romanticism and mauve draperies hid its iron red clay under tangles of vines.

I dislike blogging on the road. It challenges my established processes. If I were at home, I’d play with lined and fizzled. I’d try to make the last sentence dance by figuring out what it is about wisteria vines that reminded me of an entire culture. But I’m on short cut road.

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I admire you even being able to attempt it! I’d probably take the easy way out and go on hiatus.

Comment by jmmcdowell

I like the imagery in this a lot. I would like to see you play with the word clay and maybe change it to decay (I think it would go well with faded romanticism). Just a thought.

Comment by Janet

I think it’s nice, too. It’s hard to do this when you’re not in your usual writing space, but not impossible, as is evident in your piece above. I think you are doing just fine.

Comment by 4amWriter

I keep promising to write the story ahead of time and don’t. The whole experience is uncomfortable, including replies. Apologies!

Comment by Robin Hawke




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