A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Daniel sat at the mouth of the river watching the tide push debris upstream. Pounding rain drenched him to the skin. Dull gray clouds echoed his mood.
The crisscross of logs and branches reflected how his brain felt lately. A jumble of twisted thoughts. The plastic jugs and other bits of garbage were all the stray thoughts that popped up at the most inopportune moments and places.
Twelve years of agonizing loneliness thrust themselves upon him.
Indecision and torment washed over him like ocean waves.
If he could only muster the courage to cross the bridge.
It was now or never.
Favorite Friday Feedback (F3) from last week’s #FF story goes to Doug at http://ironwoodwind.wordpress.com/. He said, “Your story made a silk purse out of a sow’s ear and what a pretty purse. I loved how you perfectly distilled the challenge facing all writers at the outset of any piece of writing. How to begin? Your story was funny and true and I think it ought to be recognized for what it is, sheer, stubborn genius.” I found the quote below and it’s true for writers as well as artists. Writers frequently get writer’s block, painters get painters’s block. The blank page is a blank canvas. The trick is to meet the challenge head on and move on. Work on more than one masterpiece at a time!
Art is challenging and frustrating but I don’t linger in it. I work on five paintings at a time so if I’m frustrated I put one down and begin another. —Robert Bateman