Wordsmithing: INSIGHT and INTUITION

Wednesday 10 April 2013

INSIGHT and INTUITION - A to Z CHALLENGED

I is for INSIGHT
and INTUITION

Each post for the A to Z Challenge is the challenge I set for myself.

Groups of others can
be so welcoming.

I is for Insight and Intuition because when you are the MC, and conflict is crushing you, it takes insight to see beyond the face that is being presented to you. It takes intuition to know something is wrong, and to work out what could help to put it right.

HAL LONGLEAT AND THE TROUBLE WITH TRUTH

Hal couldn’t bear to look. He pulled his four-quartered hat lower on his head. The woolly lining didn’t drown out the sound but at least it covered his eyes. He couldn’t stop the images that flickered through his mind. He already knew how a page dressed. They were soft in their fabrics, and clean.What did they have to worry about?

Could YOU have been gifted with the ability to identify and eliminate weak and brittle phrases from your work? To the uninitiated, these interlopers look like quality imagery.

CLICHÉ RAIDERS: REWRITE!

• if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em

• if you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen

• ill-gotten gains

• ill-starred venture

• impossible dream, an/the

• in all conscience/honesty

• in a nutshell

• it never rains but it pours

• it’s not the end of the world

• it will all end in tears

FOR I, I CHOSE INSIGHT and INTUITION. WHAT IS THE SUBJECT OF YOUR I POST?

5 comments:

Misha Gerrick10 April 2013 at 14:10
I wrote about Internal Battles and Internal Frenemies. :-)

Most interesting characters are at least a little insightful and intuitive. I like them that way.
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saniya10 April 2013 at 18:37
I wrote a poem on inspiration.

Great ingredients to make great characters! :)
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Natasha11 April 2013 at 05:48
I love how you describe Insight and Intuition. And yes, both are very important in a MC and in life.

Thank you for stopping by my blog.

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I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Wednesday 10 April 2013

INSIGHT and INTUITION - A to Z CHALLENGED

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