Forever Young: And then there were none.

Blog Manifesto

This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

And then there were none.

Rosie waved to Fly and Gwennie as their seaplane roared awake and got enough revs to glide forward and take off. It had been a grand few days after the others had left.   Fly and Rosie had hiked and hiked and harvested bulging buckets of Mushrooms and herbs from the untouched forests around the lake. Rosie had been able to replenish nearly all of her herb supplies and they were drying on every available flat surface

Reese and BJ had left after the unfortunate incident with the moose. The moose had calmed down and no longer bellowed and called out for BJ to come ride him.   Amy and JC had taken off three days earlier, in response to a call from Amy's son's camp counselor. There had been a incident of hazing at camp and someone had painted the new boys purple with indelible dyes while they slept . Cameron had denied knowing anything about the incident and asserted his hands were stained from berry picking.

The poison Ivy that Jc and Amy had just about run its course. JC had been especially unlucky and had not realized that they had tumbled into poison ivy till after he'd used the bushes for relief.

All in all it had been an excellent writers workshop.   No one had written a single word.

:)

1 comment:

SharonMarch 20, 2012 at 4:04 PM
So fun! I feel like I may have missed something by not being here earlier!!!
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