Write posts on Word. Save posts often. Will I never learn? I deleted a picture from my blog post, and the entire post disappeared.
Vince sells real estate. Yesterday I rode to Visalia with him to take pictures of places in my book I couldn’t remember well enough to describe. I am not good at writing riveting descriptions. I get lost on the cracks or shadows in the road, and miss the important details. Or my mind focuses on an imaginary conversation between me and a real person, two imaginary people, or me and someone imaginary, who might be real, but would never talk like we do. This takes so much of my attention that I probably should never drive. Vince asks me if I remember going places. Sometimes I wasn’t with him, so I have a good excuse for not remembering, but just as likely, I sat right next to him having an internal conversation.
Since I struggle with descriptions I rely on others to help me. George Pilling wrote a great book, A Walk Around Visalia. He’s told me what trees grow where, which neighborhoods my characters would choose, and what’s around them. He had a gorgeous picture of the house I pictured for Sarah. Yesterday Vince and I found it in person.
I spent about 20 minutes writing a detailed description of this picture. I ignored the cracks in the road. How would you describe the house picture?
I promise I won’t copy… OK, not without your permission.
“God give me luck so I can say my lie” A short description of your last picture. Too many details will spoil the picture.
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“I’m packing heat !”
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??? Heat?
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A Gun ?
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I’m cornfused! But then you’re the king. Kings don’t have to make sense. 🙂
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We are talking about the same picture, the one with the girl crossing her fingers ? I’m getting corn-fused as well. heehee ! xox
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Now I see the problem. I meant to describe the house picture, and I wouldn’t copy (yeah right I’m crossing my fingers behind my back, which means I will copy.) But that is not what came out! hehehe Communication is so hard for me! 🙂
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So we’re straight now. That’s good. Have a lovely evening my friend ❤
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Thanks to you and Sylvia. 🙂 Where would I be without friends? xxx
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Telling a white lie, necessitated absolving herself by the secret crossing of her fingers, and just for good luck, her arms too. 🙂
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I obviously said something wrong here. No lie! 🙂
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OK, now I see what I did wrong. I thought Ralph was being funny, and, that is not unlike him. Now I see that it looked like I asked readers to describe the woman with her fingers crossed. 🙂 How do I make it through life? ???
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Hahaha Oh dear, it looks like we got our wires crossed as well as the fingers. 😄😳
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haha Your wires are fine, Sylvia, mine were a tangled mess! Only the wonderful comments by you and Ralph alerted me! 🙂
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Cornfused….ha ha ha. Marsha you are so funny sometimes.
I find the hardest thing about writing description is remembering to show, don’t tell.
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Corfused is old miswestern talk. I think my dad used to say it probably because it was on He Haw. 🙂
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