If I sound excited, it's because I've actually been consistent this round; typed a few hundred words each day, and even did some formatting on the Alfred Russel Wallace letters I've been transcribing. I just need to double check all the words I wasn't able to decipher at first glance and then I can send off this batch.
Caught up on a teensy bit of blog visiting too, especially voting on the WRiTE Club final. And here are two interesting (brand new!) blogs:
The Nature of my Memories: lovely flowers and nostalgia
Desserts and Drawings: one drawing and one yummy recipe per week
Plus the Blog Blitz, hosted by DL Hammons, is still going strong!
"...what would it be like if the support, encouraging nature, and community spirit of the blogosphere were ever focused on a single blogger? ... Sign up on the [linky list], making sure to record your email address, and you’ll instantly become a member of the Blog Blitz Team. Then from time to time, I will select a deserving blog (that must be part of the Blitz Team) and a specific date. I will then email the team members that information and on that date we all will go out of our way to visit that blog and leave an encouraging comment on their most recent post. I'm talking about hopefully a 100+ comments appearing out of the blue in one day!"
Part two of the figurative language writer's exercise is up on the Forum; here's the short version of my scene, featuring characters from Larksong:
From the aviary, the chittering of the birds suddenly rose. He pictured Alice as she'd been yesterday, straight as a goal post, with that elegant thin-limbed stance. Her shoulders back, and both palms held tirelessly high in the air, as the birds swooped in and out, taking seeds from her hands.
A wild image came to him, of himself grabbing her about the waist from behind, birds and seeds scattering every which way as he buried a kiss deep in her neck.
"What in blazes?" he muttered, and turned away from the house. "Pull yourself together, man!" He tried to focus once more on the building opposite and the finances of his country club daydream. Yet the image of Alice in the aviary, flushed by his kisses, would not leave him.
The full scene is over at the Forum, if you'd like more of George and Alice.
Do you use figurative language often or sparingly?
Which blogs would you recommend for the Blog Blitz?