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Writing Visuals

Trying to communicate visuals in prose or poetry is difficult for me, probably because the thesaurus in my head only works when it wants to. Also, I know way too many words for one particular thing (I used to read synonym books for fun) so when it does there's a flood and my thoughts get log-jammed.

To help me focus I keep a writing visual journal with my favorite words, phrases and poems that describe colors and other visuals. These pages are for the color white and the concept of winter, which I'll be referencing in my next project for work.

My favorite person always invokes winter for me, as she wears white particularly well, and she was born in mid-winter.

I copied a poem by Robert Frost that makes me shiver every time I read it for the feel of winter (sunbeam on the page courtesy of my office window.)

This kind of journal is fun to keep, and always helpful. I even use it for quilting inspiration.

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