I love my friend, Carol Lynch Williams. I love her writing. And her smarts. And her sense of humor. And, of course, her dancing! And I love the blog she co-writes with Ann Dee and Kyra (http://throwingupwords.wordpress.com) (both of whom I wish I knew better.) And they all have friends they love too.
So, I’m borrowing here: in Ann Dee’s post of December 4, 2012, she linked to an article in About.com by Ginny Wiehardt, who had borrowed and adapted a writing exercise by Linnea Johnson from “her excellent book,” The Practice of Poetry (lo-o-ong chain of “friends”). Loved the exercise too—and especially the admonition not to worry about making the writing “good,” just WRITE! I’d add to that, HAVE FUN WRITING, or why write at all?
So from Linnea, to Ginny, to Ann Dee (and Carol and Kyra), to me, to you— have fun finishing these metaphors/similes:
1. Blue paint spilled on the road like . . .
2. Cancelled checks in the abandoned subway car seemed . . .
3. A spider under the rug is like . . .
4. Graffiti on the abandoned building like . . .
5. Nothing was the same, now that it was . . .
6. The dice rolled out of the cup toward Veronica like . . .
7. A child in . . . is like a . . .
8. . . . is like muscles stretched taut over bone.
9. The fog plumed through gun shot holes in the car windows like . . .
10. She held her life in her hands as if it were . . .
11. Lacey poured coffee down her throat as if it were . . .
12. If I should wake before I die, . . .
13. The security guard walks the lobby as if . . .
14. The library books left in the rain . . .
15. Music in the hallway like . . .
(If you do manage to write a “good” one or two (or hilarious one or two, or so-bad-it’s-good one or two, send them along in a comment. Would love to read them, Friend!)
See you day-after-tomorrow for Sunday’s Snippets.