Spring Cleaning and more Scribblings

Just before Christmas reared its tinsel covered head I had a good sort out of about everything I own and I realised I have more notebooks than you can shake a stick at (never really understood that expression, why would I feel obliged to shake a stick at anything let alone notebooks? But I digress…) My writing is all over the pages of them like a collection of ransom notes (just to clarify my handwriting has not improved much since the age of about five…no really, I’m not exaggerating) as I started to read them I realised I seem to have a passion for describing in detail the most mundane views or feelings or sounds etc. but they never seem to amount to anything. I could describe every sense and experience about something like walking up a hill and imply all the hidden emotions I want to, to the point where I can actually make something that simple into a very moody or dramatic scene. But I can’t seem to nurture these mini extracts and make them grow into fully fledged stories, instead they just trail off and stay hidden between more leaves of paper. I try to write about one thousand words a day but it is increasingly difficult to keep it up as a ritual, especially as other things get in the way. I must admit I have also lacked the discipline before now but I am getting a lot better. So, I’m going to post some of these little descriptive extracts on here and all help/advice/constructive criticisms are more than welcome!