In these later years, while drowning in deep stories with my friend, we often repeat ourselves. I tell her she’s getting fuzzy. She says my grey matter is turning white. After the merlot disappears, we nurse cappuccinos at our favorite café. My friend often says the world is ‘never-nearly’ enough. Then we do nothing else but watch the clock move forward like so many other things that tick silently ahead. As the place empties, we hug our goodbyes. I say let’s do this again. She says she’ll try to make it. We both know this latest cancer is a bad one.
The Power of Imagery with Nina Schuyler
September 12 & 13 on Zoom
Enrollment closes Thursday, September 3 at 7:00 PM Pacific
If your descriptions are vivid but your stories still feel thin, this workshop is for you.
Join award-winning author Nina Schuyler to learn the difference between description, which tells a reader what things look like, and imagery, which carries plot, character, and meaning at the same time.
In just two days, you'll learn to choose images that hold emotion without naming it, pair them so each one deepens the other, and build patterns that gather meaning as the story moves.
What an amazing story capturing the journey of life. Love the title x
Oh this one hit me hard. Those last days with a lifelong friend. Nice story.
This story rings so true, you tell it so well, I could substitute ‘my friend’ with the name of my longtime friend I lost last year.
Like the pleasure and joking until that last devastating line. Good job dealing with a difficult subject without being sentimental.
Perfect. Such a full story in a short space.