A friend of mine made a suggestion since I’ve been struggling with writer’s block a lot lately. She told me to write a little bit of something in first person as a way to get into the writing and become the characters. If I cannot be the characters, I find it difficult to write – and she understood that about my dilemma. Anyway, since I started this little exercise, I’ve been writing more. Not necessarily novel-length portraits of life, but short snippets of fun that fuel my imagination.
So here we go:
I could taste it. It was like meat that had been cooked over a fire too long. I wanted to blanch, but like food, I could not live without the air this scent drifted upon. I had to breathe, and with it came the taste of death. — H. Danielle Crabtree