Amy Sorenson, the teacher for the BPS Textuality workshop I am taking, is posting writing challenges on her blog to go along with the class. I've decided to participate and will be posting my writing here. The prompts are designed to help us practice writing, because as all good writers know, the only way to get better at writing is to write. The primary writing challenge rules are to write for ten minutes and not to edit until the time is up.
I am starting this a few days late as this first challenge was posted on Amy's blog Monday.
Writing prompt: Describe some small moment from the first hour of your day. Rather than listing the things that happened, try to describe: what you saw, felt, heard, tasted, and/or smelled.
Here's what I wrote:
I sense light in the room and squint my eyes open to see the light shining in from the bathroom. Robbie’s almost ready for work; it’s still dark and quiet outside. I stretch and revel in the comfortable feeling of the sheets with the weight of the quilt on top. I hear Robbie dressing and awaken enough to visit with him while he finishes dressing for his day. As he leans over to kiss me goodbye, his smell and the feel of his lips add to my peaceful feeling. As always, he reminds me that he loves me as he walks out the door. I nestle back into the covers and succumb to the sleep waiting just behind my eye lids.
As I prepare to roll out of bed later, I feel secure, loved, peaceful. What shall I do today? Oh, I know, I have my to-do list all made out in my calendar, but lately the list is just there to serve as a guideline for what I could do with my day. The important things I take care of so routinely that I don’t really have to think about them: Monday – paperwork & bill paying; Tuesday – errands; Wednesday – house cleaning; Thursday – scrapbooking; Friday – pampering & planning. These routines keep everything running smoothly, and if I get behind a day or two it’s no big deal. And more days than not this month, my craft table has been calling me to scrapbook, create, organize, write.
Must get dressed now, have some breakfast and a little quiet time to see what the Lord might show me before I rush into my day. Who knows, He may have a different plan.