Posted by blk1 on January 8, 2009
So here’s our WOW Fresh Start
In a mood of faith and hope my work goes on. A ream of fresh paper lies on my desk waiting for the next book. I am a writer and I take up my pen to write..
~Pearl S. Buck
It’s invigorating to think about fresh new things to do with my writing. After all, the new year is the perfect time for a fresh start.
How about you? What fresh new ideas do you have for your writing?
Welcome back Becca and Write on Wednesday. I’ve missed your great Wednesday writing prompts but I totally understand the need to take a break, so welcome to 2009! Let’s hope we can all enjoy it.
At first, when I read your prompt considering new writing resolutions, I couldn’t think of any and I was ready to just jump into the Cafe Writing prompt, but wait, I always need a bit of time to remember and yes, I do have a new writing challenge. Inspired by Bud Hunt and D’Arcy Norman and his 2009/365 Photos Flickr group.
I am using my photo blog to house my commitment to sharing a new photo each day with some writing that comes from the photo. I’m very interested in the image and its words. I am part of a wonderful image/text community, Photo Fridays, but I feel I need to kick up the anty for myself.
So far, so good. I even purchased a new, pocket-sized digital camera perfect for grabbing a shot from my bag.
I tried to get this photo just right today as I remained inside for the entire day watching the ice freeze and melt and freeze again. I had plans to take my pocket camera with me to capture a moment in the world, but instead I walked around once again, searching for a photo op and here it is.
I wonder if captured this woman effectively. I only included her face here, there’s more to her but the light was not cooperating with me. So this is the best I can do for now, until I figure out more.
I found her in a Piermont gallery, on a morning in August, the day I was turning 45, I think. I was not new to this gallery but I had never found anything I was compelled to own, that’s until I found her.
It was a quiet morning. I had the room, filled with wonderful pieces all to myself. The owner was on the phone. She waved, I waved back and felt free to move around at my own pace.
As I turned back to the window there she was, piercing through me. I was whammed! It wasn’t the first time. I owned other pieces that I was compelled to have for myself and now, on my day, she should come home with me.
I don’t remember how much she cost, but I was able to negotiate a bit with the painter-owner of the gallery and begin to pay for her in monthly installments. I had done that in the past and had the painting at home during the process. I was able to take her with me and offer her a prime location in my home.
She still knocks my socks off.
I hope I’m like her.