
I’m currently reading a book that has magnificent similes and colorful descriptions that seem to come easily to the author. It’s why I’m envious.
Here’s one: “[The idea] came to him like an invisible breeze stirring the sand on
a deserted beach.” (Servant of Memory)
And another: “…was drawn to the paintings and their artistic elegance like a hummingbird to a succulent geranium in full bloom.” (Servant of Memory)
These quotes by Richard Gradner in Servant of Memory are only two of a myriad that have captured my heart. The story has touched me, as well. And so, this reading is a learning experience for me.
For those who know me, you’re aware that I’m trying to hone my skills as a storyteller. I’ve come a long way since “Charlie ate a piece of pie.” But I’m not there yet. Not until I can paint a masterpiece with my words. Not until my readers can feel every emotion, envision every sight, and listen to every sound that I hear within a scene. I’m a work in progress. A green work in progress.
