I wrote an interesting description today. I'm rather proud of it.
A landscape from a dream emerged from the syrupy fog of dawn, accompanied by the invasive rumbling sound of a shallow river hastening through craggy rocks. The trees curved heavily over the water, while their laden branches dropped fat chestnuts into the water. Strengthening pillars of sunlight slashed through the green canopy, striping the water and glistening from dew-flecked leaves, while through the whole the mist twisted like insurgent tentacles grasping for something out of reach. Lovely but lethal the place was; a fair warning, I suppose, to any who happened upon it.
I don't know what it's the first paragraph TO, but it's leading me somewhere. I have an idea for a new series of stories and one which will require a LOT of world-building. I'm going to see where it takes me.
I also posted the Mscelina's Lexicon of Rule for Young Writers on my blog. I feel almost productive. :D
