12-11-2011 09:25 PM
Coraline and that got me thinking about how much I used to love illustrations in books when I was an elementary school reader. I'm still delighted when I come across them in adult books, too. (I'm thinking of the chapter breaks in Annie Proulx's The Shipping News.) So, just for fun, I pose this question:
If you could choose to have a scene of your writing illustrated, what would you choose?
12-11-2011 09:51 PM
Aidan followed the music easily as he made his way through the ever turning length of the famous Merriweather Labyrinth. As he wandered through the maze, his thoughts drifted back to the days when he and Jonquil had been afraid to venture into the labyrinth, fearing they would become lost among the aged yew hedges. As a child, he could understand how the labyrinth could be intimidating, especially if you weren’t very tall, which for he and Jonquil had been the case. It didn’t prove to be a factor today. He now stood a little more than six feet tall and sported an impressive pair of shoulders.
A stream of notes trickled through the pathways and recalled Aidan to the present. He rounded a corner and sighted his quarry. As he drew closer he finally recognized the piece she was playing. Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring. Jonquil couldn’t have chosen a more fitting piece if she’d tried. Aidan’s heart skipped a beat and he had to remind himself to breathe as he surveyed the sight greeting him.
Garbed in a simple round gown of forest green velvet, her black cloak and rich chocolate brown curls swirling about her in disarray, Jonquil surrendered herself to the soothing beauty of her music, once more. She didn’t even look up as Aidan rounded the corner of the massive yew hedge to the lookout point at the far end; she was too far gone in her song. The raw passion of her soul was reflected in her face and the thrumming of her slight figure, as her notes flowed forth soothing her tattered thoughts.
It was in this moment Aidan caught sight of his old chum and really saw the young woman she had become. Still very slight of frame and small of stature, she bore a soft, delicate beauty many still attributed to the faire folk. Her fire and determination only enhanced her natural charms. Aidan knew the keen mind and biting sense of humor concealed by that angelic facade, of old. Observing her, he could now believe the rumors of the numerous proposals she had received from the smitten locals. She was an enigma.
Beau, the aging Border collie, sheltering from the wind in the lee of a shrub spotted Aidan just as Jonquil finished her song. The graying collie greeted his old friend with a sharp bark and an eager waving of his plumed tail that was at present tangled with leaf litter. Jonquil turned in the direction of the sound, a frown marring her forehead, lest it be Edmund or Ivy, who had sought her out.
12-11-2011 11:49 PM
Duck tape is silver.
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