I don't know if I have already mentioned this, but I started going to a writing group that meets twice a month. It is a pretty informal affair, and the group is mostly made of 40+ aged novelists. What happens at this group is we free write for about 20-30 minutes, and then do 1-2 min short writing prompts and share our creations (good and bad!)--- and this goes on for about an hour.
It is a good way to get comfortable with yourself and writing, get a little bit of feedback/support, and just practice using your imagination. And it is usually fun and delightful to hear what hilariously bad or surprisingly good thing you and others can come up with.
Anyways, I wanted to share one of the more promising things I've produced during writing group so far. I sometimes feel silly at the group because tonally and stylistically my stuff can be a little weird, especially when compared with the very normal, narrative-oriented, novel-esque scenes, dialogue, and prose the other writers came up with. I often feel like I cheat on the prompt because I feel like I don't really do what it asks.
The last time I was at the group, I think the prompt was something like "Describe a color to someone who has never seen it before." For some reason I started thinking about the colors of yellow and yellows in nature. There are so many different colors that fall into the category of yellow. And all those colors exist in millions of places all over the world, meaning different and the same thing in all those millions of places and contexts and experiences. And even as those colors exist in those places and context, things change and those colors bleed into and become other colors, and even become inseparable from the other senses like smell, heat, movement etc. . . . . so on that subject, this is what I wrote on color.
