As a child, I was especially fond of corners. On the school playground, where two chain-linked fences met at a 90-degree angle, I crouched and watched—who played with whom?—who teased whom? I catalogued their gestures and their strange and natural ways of speaking. Everything for them seemed so spontaneous, and this fascinated me. I was too shy to join them, but by observing and recording, I shared in their experiences.
This is what watching became for me—a way to participate. Years later, writing serves that same purpose.
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That's a wonderful image. I used to pretend to be distracted so I could be the first one out for dodgeball. I was shy but definitely a little emo.
So W was for Watching and is now for Writing?
BTW, I'm looking forward to tomorrow's post! :-)
I loved watching too. Still do. In large groups I don't talk I write and look around. Fascinated.
It's fun to people watch. I try to make myself not seem too obvious when I'm watching them. Otherwise it gets to be too awkward. But as a writer my curiosity always seeks out answers to questions my mind poses as I look at someone passing by.
Thanks for sharing, and it's a pleasure to meet you via the A-Z Challenge!
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