Monday, June 27, 2011

Lovin' the Language Blogfest

I (barely) survived my girls camp experience this year. Turns out I prefer the mountains and sleeping in a tent, and yes, even outhouses, to being crammed with seven other people in a 12'x12' room. Once we worked through all the drama (would it be girls camp without drama?) and had our shower day, everything went a lot smoother. Also, I was so tired from staying up late the first few nights, that I discovered I can sleep through almost anything (noise, lights, laughing, talking, crying....)

Now I'm back just in time for Jolene's blog fest!

I love beautiful writing. Nothing can draw me into a story more than the ability to put words together in a way that just makes me sigh.

In the novel I just finished writing, FALLING, Brenna (my main character) goes to group therapy for siblings of people who have a traumatic brain injury. This is one of my favorite journal entries that she writes for therapy (we're only supposed to do five sentences, but I've been following rules all week, and feeling an itch to break one or two, so here you go):

I think about that last day a lot. The last day that Brian was normal and how we teased each other and were so comfortable and didn’t ever think that anything could change that. I remember closing my eyes and letting the air conditioner blow in my face, and pretending that I was climbing outside, wishing I had the courage to do it.
            But I was too afraid of falling—afraid that the anchor might give, that the ropes could unravel against the hard rock, that one mistake could cause me to plummet to the unforgiving ground. I didn’t realize then that there were other ways of falling, ways that were even longer, scarier than literally falling from a great height. Like falling in love with someone you didn’t even like before. Falling between the cracks in a family you thought you belonged to. Falling into a life you never wanted to live. Completely falling apart.
            Who knew all along I was afraid of the wrong kind of fall?
Brenna’s Sibling Support Journal

Can't wait to read what you have!!

14 comments:

  1. Beautiful writing, Kaylee. Beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing. :)

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  2. I love the voice. Will follow.

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  3. Wow. Thank you for sharing. This is eloquent. So poetic, but it still feels real. I can imagine the same rush of emotion and anxiety that comes from falling in all these different kinds of ways.

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  4. That last line is perfect - wraps all the rest together. :)

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  5. Wow! I really liked this. The first paragraph was amazing. What a hook! I liked the image of her closing her eyes and the a/c. Very nice job.

    The Write Soil

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  6. That excerpt takes my breath away. Very moving and more than true.

    Lucy

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  7. This was one of my FAVORITES!!! Beautiful.

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  8. Nice excerpt. I'm afraid of the first kind of falling! (shudder)

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  9. I really love the use of the "falling" theme in the middle paragraph. Good job!

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  10. Lovin' the different images of falling and that last line! Great choice for an excerpt!

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  11. I love your descriptions of the different ways of falling and how they lead into that last line. =)

    Beautiful!

    xox, Shannon

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  12. That is awesome!! I absolutely love everything about this!

    And rule breaking every now and then is good for the soul. :) Glad you survived camp!

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