Wednesday's Words on a Friday

 

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words.

This month the words/prompts are supplied by Hilary Melton-Butcher and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. thread 

2. firebird 

3. insane 

4. wallpaper 

5. wilderness 

6. Atlantic 

and/or: 

1. earthy 

2. sonorous 

3. corn 

4. paste 

5. twig 

6. Madeira

Here is my story: a glimpse into a possible future?

Trying to weave a thread of an idea into a story sometimes sends me a little insane. I turn on the computer and stare at the desktop wallpaper, hoping for inspiration. My editor has called twice this week, the publisher too, reminding me my deadline grows near. I am two-thirds into book two of a trilogy set in the wilderness of a coast somewhere in the North Atlantic. Totally fiction of course. I never travel to such places.

My mind wanders to yesterday, when the twin grand-daughters, now aged six, came to visit. We had a wonderful day, making corn flour paste, dyeing it with food colouring, then using it to paint on large sheets of white paper. I had dressed them first in old long-sleeved shirts of mine to protect their pretty t-shirts and shorts. We hunted among the weeds in my earthy garden for twigs to glue onto the still wet paste, these were now trees. Tiny petals became flowers, then the paste paintings were hung to dry.

We sat and ate Madeira cake for afternoon tea with lemonade to wash it down, and I told them about a golden bird called a phoenix, also known as a firebird, as he rises from the ashes of the flames to bring a new beginning after a tragedy or a loss of some kind. G said, “we lost our balloons when we forgot to hold on, will a firebird bring us new ones?” A said, “probably not, a lost balloon is not a real tragedy, even though we were sad for a little while.”

I asked them, “what is your new word for this week?” “Sonorous,” said A. We can spell it now, but we don’t know properly what it means yet.” “Dad said we can look in the thesaurus tonight after dinner. Now that we can spell it, we should be able to find it and learn the meaning.”