I think I was productive last week. I finished the edits for section five and the first half of the conclusion for my non-fiction. I started work on the second half of the conclusion. Yes, the conclusion will be longer than I intended. It was all work that had me feeling good.
Below is a bit of what I wrote while at my writing group last week. I like it a lot and wonder where it will take me one day.
Being Flung Up Into the Sky
I squeal, as the wind rushes by my ears. My hair blows around my face. I stretch my arms and my legs out, my excitement cannot be contained. I don’t know why I hesitated. Being thrown, launched, flung into the air is amazing. I reach out and touch the sky.
I feel my descent, the downward journey of my arc. I look below me and see the air cushion waiting for my arrival. I don’t want to land. I don’t want to touch the ground. I want to stay in the air. I want to run my fingers through the sky. I want to kick my legs at the clouds. I want my hair to ripple back as I swim forward through nothing.
Then I stop. Two metres before the cushion, I am suspended. I hover. I hear shouting all around me. At the cushion and from the canon where I was launched.