This past Friday’s Free Write amazed me. Not for what I wrote – my brain was not at all nimble. But my fellow free writer’s pieces were shockingly good – like, something I’d struggle over for a week or two but what they wrote in six minutes good. It was such a pleasure to listen to each one of them read. And then I was jealous. But overall I was inspired. Keep at it and maybe one day prompts will bring out that type of art in me as well.

As I mentioned, my brain just was not clicking. I drank my coffee as usual. I ate my usual breakfast. But the force was not with me. Anyway, the first prompt was my best. We each picked a blank paint chip and then we picked the same paint chip that had the color name on it. I’d picked a blue chip named Bird Song Blue. This was my attempt:

     The clump of trees was just up ahead, the horseshoe shape of mangroves with a tree-dot in the center. The wind was pushing her towards it otherwise she knew she’d already be able to smell it – the earthy stench of hundreds of nesting frigate birds. Finally she reached it and paddled into the calm water beneath the trees. She loved this spot – not at all quiet. But a different type of chaos. The birds making their sounds, all different types of sounds. Lifting off nests, settling down again. Their droppings falling into the clear water turning it milky blue.