Asakiyume

A #wss366 7-parter from yesterday...

boku no aware and mono no aware

@tobadzistsini@bonequest.net

Darin was crouched at the end of the driveway, his mittens abandoned beside him as, with the careful precision of a toddler, he picked up individual crystals of road salt. His mother came over to look.

"It's smoove," he said, holding up a crystal between his thumb and forefinger. "It's a tiny block."

"Yes," his mother said. "Salt has cubic #cleavage. That means it breaks into little blocks like that. Come inside, let's look at table salt under a magnifying glass."

#wss366 #microfiction

RE: @SerhatTutkal@fediscience.org

To read....

#ScribesandMakers 27 Feb: Splat?

Cute word; haven't used it in anything recently. Maybe not ever.

#WordWeavers 27 Feb: Which of your characters to you find especially interesting? Why?

I'm interested in all of the ones I spend time with. I start thinking about their pasts, why they're in the situations they're in now, what their personalities are like, how the world looks to them--all that stuff.

The *especially* part is hard to answer. It changes.

#WritersCoffeeClub 27 Feb: Do you edit while you write? What are the pros and cons?

I do, but it doesn't mean I don't need to edit at the end of something.

It's a lot slower than some hypothetical reality in which I wrote straight through to the end without a backward glance. When I imagine writing that way, I think about how fluid and strong it must be.

But this way I catch a whole lot of my own inconsistencies. I like shoring up as I go, even if the whole scene may need to change later.

"Once upon a time," Jasper's grandma said, picking up one of the crayons on the table, "they called this color #flesh." Jasper looked dubiously at the crayon. "Really?" His grandma nodded. "Uh-huh. Even though the color only matched the flesh of some people. And there's all kinds of other fleshes it also doesn't match. The flesh of a green grape, for instance. Or a papaya." "I'm coloring a sunset," Jasper announced. "It's the color of papaya and strawberry flesh." #wss366 #microfiction