• fuchsia violin Allison Grace

    Fuchsia Violin–A Poem

    Guess what? I have another poem for you! I wrote this one a couple of years ago at a writing conference. I attended a poetry workshop and we had to write something based on a random color and object combination from a list on the whiteboard. I picked “fuchsia violin.” Swish, swing, A fuchsia violin. It’s zipping, it’s swirling, dancing and twirling, an ecstasy of elation. Joy and power, gentle but strong, the music flows around me, like cherry blossoms in the wind, a rippling puddle of reflection. It’s dipping, it’s whirling, and then, it’s done.

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    Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Writer–The Value of Practice

    I love writing. I love music. So it only makes sense that I would use them to create an analogy. When someone decides to learn an instrument, say piano, they don’t expect to be as good as this when they first sit down, right? So why do we as writers sit down and expect to write like Tolkien on our third draft?   Be Content With Baby Steps One of the first real songs you will play on an instrument is “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” It’s nothing fantastic, but when you manage to play a recognizable tune for the first time, you have a moment of triumph. Writing is the…