Writing Exercise #4

Write a descriptive paragraph. Now rewrite it five times, each time with one of our main senses missing. Then rewrite it again with all five senses included.

Ok, I know it’s been a really, really, realllllyyyyy long time since I’ve posted, and I am truly and terribly at fault for this. Would it be enough if I said I’ve been massively busy? Oh well, excuses are just excuses. So my hubby and I have recently dug up a bit of information about a disorder called prosopragnosia, which is a person’s inability to recognize other people by sight. In some people, it’s so bad that they can’t even recognize themselves. Which got me thinking, I know that there are disorders that affect our everyday senses. Most commonly we know about deafness and blindness, but what about people who can’t smell? Or taste? Or feel?? So for my exercise today, I wrote a descriptive paragraph, then rewrote it with one of the senses missing. Then I rewrote it a seventh time with my heightened awareness of all my senses. The result? Bloody difficult! I didn’t realize how hard it would be to write a description without the use of smell until I tried it! Without taste I couldn’t use the adjective sweet, without sight I couldn’t describe the drifting clouds, or even that there were clouds. But the most difficult was description without touch. I am so completely reliant upon touch that I had to think hard about that paragraph. Anyway, here it is:

Missing hearing:

Lacy lifted her chin to the sky and let the cool, autumn weather waft over her skin. Clouds drifted languidly across the lonely sun, and from time to time the shadow of a bird crossed her path. She closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle breeze and the sweet musk of pine that mingled with the malodor of dirt and rotting logs. As she opened her mouth and let out a long breath, Lacy spread her arms to either side and let her head drop back. The faintly metallic taste of fresh rain sat lightly upon her tongue, and she opened her eyes to peer at the winking sun, afraid momentarily that it might rain again.

Missing sight:

Lacy lifted her chin and let the cool weather waft over her skin. Mild heat interchanged with sudden chill whenever the sun’s warmth retreated from the leaf-strewn ground, and from time to time beating wings and cawing alerted Lacy to the presence of a bird. She drew in a long breath, enjoying the sweet musk of pine mingled with the malodor of dirt and rotting logs as a gentle breeze danced across her cheek. With an exaggerated exhale, she tipped her head back. The faintly metallic taste of fresh rain sat lightly upon her tongue, and the far-away percussion of raindrops reminded her that it might rain again.

Missing taste:

Lacy lifted her chin and let the cool, autumn weather waft over her skin. Clouds drifted languidly across the lonely sun, mingling chill with mild heat, and from time to time a cawing shadow crossed her path. She closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle breeze and perfume of pine that mixed with the malodor of dirt and rotting logs. As Lacy let out a long breath, she spread her arms to either side and dropped back her head, but the far-away percussion of rain persuaded her to once more open her eyes and peer at the winking sun in fear of an approaching shower.

Missing touch:

Lacy lifted her chin and peered at the lonely sun high in the sky, shrouded from time to time by the clouds drifting languidly across its path. From time to time, the beating of wings and a shrill caw alerted her to the presence of a bird. She drew in a long breath, enjoying the sweet musk of pine intermingled with the malodor of dirt and rotting logs. A strand of hair momentarily obstructed her view as the dead leaves on the ground rustled and swirled. As Lacy sighed, she spread her arms to either side and dropped back her head, but the far-away percussion of rain persuaded her to once more open her eyes and peer at the winking sun in fear of an approaching shower.

Missing smell:

Lacy lifted her chin as the cool, autumn weather wafted over her skin. Clouds drifted languidly across the lonely sun, mingling chill with mild heat, and from time to time a cawing shadow crossed her path. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, enjoying the gentle breeze and the rustle of pine needles and fallen leaves. As she exhaled and tipped her head back, the heavy moisture of fresh rain sat upon her tongue, and she once more opened her eyes to peer at the winking sun, the far-off percussion of rain reminding her that another shower may not be long in coming.

Final:

Lacy lifted her chin and peered at the lonely sun in the sky as the cool, autumn weather wafted over her skin. Mild heat mingled with sudden chill as languidly drifting clouds shrouded the sun, and from time to time a cawing shadow drifted across her path. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, enjoying the sweet musk of pine mixed with malodor of dirt and rotting logs; a gentle breeze rustled the pine needles and fallen leaves strewn across the ground. As she exhaled and tipped her head back, the faintly metallic taste of rain sat heavily upon her tongue, but the far-away percussion of rain persuaded her to once more open her eyes and gaze at the winking sun in fear of an approaching shower.

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About korastoynova

With my husband, Simeon Stoynov, I travel the world in pursuit of our dreams, of which we have many. And, thankfully, all of our dreams are within our reach. We have made sure of it. From our lives as competitive ballroom dancers, a life which has taken us around the world and back, to my struggles to becoming an author, to Simeon's love of business, we have learned what it means to sacrifice, to apply ourselves with discipline, and to enjoy the journey to success. Our lives truly are made of the stuff of dreams.
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