I was nominated for this writing challenge by Laura at Hot Shot Headlines! Thanks so much Laura for nominating me.
Here’s the link to Laura’s post, where I was nominated:
The challenge, Imagination Plantation, was originally created by Nova, the amazing author of Nova’s Namaste 365 Online.
It took me a while to get to this but I hadn’t forgotten, so here it is…….
4 Simple Rules:
Write a short paragraph about what’s happening in this image.
Create a pingback to this image.
Tag three bloggers.
Reuse this same image. Let’s see how many stories can come from the same one.
As he stepped back from the window, he couldn’t quite see everything that was going on, this was frustrating for him. Yet all of the chaos was only stirring his creativity to finally finish his project.
“What are you doing standing there? We’re going to be late, hurry up!” Shouted his wife from the doorway, combing out the curls from her long brown hair.
“I’m going, I’m going I just have to get this part just right or it will ruin the entire thing” he responded while his wife rolled her eyes and walked back into the bathroom.
All the while he was trying not to upset her as he knew this was an important day for her. She was being recognized for her charitable work and was being given an award.
“Will you hurry please, I don’t want you and that, that thing you’re working on to make us late, you can continue to work on it when we get back, ugh!” her muffled voice yelled at him.
He sighed and put down his instruments and turned to the mirror to finish tying his tie. He looked at his project from the reflection in the mirror as he straighten out his shirt collar, and smoothed out his tie then he saw it, the one thing it was missing. He rushed towards the window and then looked back at his canvas and picked up his brush and began to furiously spread the colors of yellow ochre and burnt umber.
“Oh god! Today of all days, can you just let that thing be!” his wife yelled from the studio door, dressed in a black floor length gown, her hair beautifully quaffed on her head and holding her favorite black beaded purse.
“I’m done, I’m done. Look come and see, now it’s perfect!” he said, eyes gleaming, voice filled with enthusiasm. She walked over and looked at the canvas he’d been working on for almost a year. She stared at it then she looked back at him, then back at the canvas and said.
“James, that looks nothing like what you see outside this window, it’s overcrowded and, and well chaotic!”
He looked back at her and said “exactly!”
She rolled her eyes again, grabbed him by his hand and looked down at hers only to realized she had paint on it from his brush. He smiled at her and she reluctantly smiled back. They walked out of the room leaving the canvas behind right next to the studio window. As they walked down the stairs she asked him, “What are you going to call it?”
“I think I’ll call it, A Day in the Life of Chaos. What do you think?”
“I think you’re crazy now let’s go!”
Until next time, remember chin up, soldier on and watch your back!