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LET'S WRITE: Day 5 - Something Homemade
By Matthew L. Hart
Writer & Humorist
Author of:
Uncle Matty's Halloween: Jokes, Bits & Anecdotes
I'll primarily be using The Writer's Toolbox by Jamie Cat Callan to prompt my 7 day writing challenge but feel free to do yours however you'd like.
7 Day Writing Challenge:
Day 5 - Journal Entry
So, just an interesting observation for today. After reading my writing journal from yesterday, I realized that on the day that I didn't actually feel like writing, I ended up writing the most I've done during this entire challenge. I thought that was funny. Well, weird, at least. I really am happy to add this journal section to the blog, because it's kind of nice to capture how I'm actually feeling during this whole 7 day writing challenge process. Also, I think that writing the journal entry first has helped me to start writing. By that, I simply mean, there's no writer's block because I already know what I'm going to write about. And, the most satisfying part of doing this journal entry is just letting my fingers fly over the keyboard. I know this is starting to get a little repetitive from yesterday, but I can't stress enough how good it feels to just let loose and go. I would definitely encourage this. I also am trying to limit my time on this section. I think that I could definitely get long winded because I'm just typing everything that's going through my head and kind of challenging myself to type it out as fast as I can. I'm actually racing to get as many words down as fast as possible before my three minute timer is up. Right, about, now...Okay. That actually was fun. I think I'm ready to write.
Sixth-Sense Card:
"pink fuzzy lint"
Three minutes on what comes to mind when I think of "pink fuzzy lint"...
As I'm thinking about pink fuzzy lint, two thoughts come to mind immediately. My first thought was, "Where did this pink fuzzy lint come from?" My answer was, that it came from a woman's scarf. Then I thought, "Where is the lint?" I answered my mind, "On my blue sweater." How did the lint get there? "She hugged me." But, then I had a second thought. And, I was thinking about lint as physical evidence. Trace evidence. The forensic team could have found pink fuzzy lint somewhere. What would that mean? Where was the lint? How did it get there? Who was it from? So, these questions were obviously much more interesting to me. The first idea alluded to some intimate lovey-dovey date scene. The other idea could be a mystery...
Fifteen minutes to write about pink fuzzy lint.
The sound was similar to tearing Velcro apart in rapid, one inch segments. Rip. Rip. Rip. Tarry knelt on the hot concrete driveway and bent over the passenger seat of the silver, Toyota Carolla. Rip. Rip. Rip. Rip. He gave special attention at keeping to an unseen gird pattern, and patted the looped tape on his hand against the tan fibers of the fabric upholstery. Rip. Rip. Rip. Rip. Rip.
He paused for a moment to examine the tacky surface of the repurposed packaging material. Amongst the tan crumpled fibers, specs of dirt and what looked like cigarette ashes, was a spot of color. Pink fuzzy lint. He considered his finding for a moment.
The lint contained several thin fibers similar to each other, lumped up or rolled into a ball. Each end of the round fibers protruded out at random angles, giving the lint its fuzzy appearance. Probably wool, Tarry mused. The kind you would see from store bought yarn. Maybe something used in a knitting or crocheting project.
The lint was found low on the backrest of the seat. Too low for gloves, Tarry thought. Not high enough to be from a hat. Maybe a sweater? Or a scarf? He pictured a pink, crocheted scarf. Something hand made. The pill, as it's called, probably balled up from being constantly rubbed against objects in the environment.
Tarry deemed it reasonable that the tails of a scarf would be sat upon in the car, thus coming into contact against the lower backrest of the seat and entangled with the tan fibers of the upholstery under pressure. This scenario could leave trace evidence of this sort. "Hey, Hobart! I've got something." Tarry called, as he carefully bagged and tagged his evidence.
The Detective's cornflower tie fluttered to one side as he made large strides towards Tarry's position. "What've you got for me. Please, tell me you've got something good."
Tarry passed him the bagged tape. Hobart squinted for a look. Tarry pointed at the pink speck. "Tell the team they're looking for something pink and knit. A sweater or a scarf. Something homemade." Hobart exhaled with relief. "That's it. We got him."
I'll primarily be using The Writer's Toolbox by Jamie Cat Callan to prompt my 7 day writing challenge but feel free to do yours however you'd like.
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