A bit from my second book, ROUGH TERRAIN:
So now Al was alone at the lake.
Mallards quacked at his feet - hoping for crackers and bread.
Al kicked the drake into the water. A calm, lovely, high arching kick.
Plop! Swim swim.
The duck was fine.
And Al was better.
These days it didn't take much.
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I have no idea why Al is at the lake, if he knows these ducks, or why he decides to make the drake fly a slightly different way. Thinking in snap-shot form is my usual way of working. I am in awe of the novelist's way. What? You can see more than one picture? Your characters are in view for more than a minute? How do you do that?
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Anyway, back to work. Pastels or acrylics? Business or art? Greeting cards or new stuff? The afternoon is zooming past, and the patio will too soon be in complete shadow. Time to head for some art supplies and see what happens.
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If needing a heady dose of inspiration, check out the blog untitled "Roz Wound Up." You'll not be disappointed!
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Fare-the-well,
Sue
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