We mowed his lawn, five bucks each week—the General, USMC, retired. Lacking children, he and wife and invalid sister lived in the only rancher on a block of split-levels. When word mobilized back in sixty-eight that some of us had canvassed for Eugene McCarthy, he fired us. Later he’d don his old, still-fitting fatigues. His lawn was easy to mow, hard to give up for any cause, flat except by the property line, where it peaked like a Green Beret. How unlike his other boundaries, trampled to dust from years of our cutting through (as effective as any Dow defoliant).
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.
Long history compressed into this.
Efficient as a snappy salute. Effectively conveys both the lawn and the general himself.