Maya Angelou

I found that you have to be contentious of the reader but, mainly you should write for yourself. You should write for self expression. If you are constantly thinking about the reader while writing you piece wont be nearly as good. Also you should focus on a specific audience. However don't be to specific or not enough people will like it.

When she says Deep Talk she means any type of written or spoken word that means something at first glance, but is also thought provoking. It makes you go back through and rethink what you have heard or seen. In deep talk there is usually a deeper meaning then whats on the surface. sort of like a pond.

To me the last sentence means that if you do it right, and you talk is deep enough, the reader will finish the book, knowing what happened. However, they will still want to read it again and learn more. Peeling off layer by layer. Until you get to the center.

Personal Connection to Lily

I think that one way I relate to Lily, and I am in every way not proud of this, is that I impulsively fib. It has become a self defense mechanism that I use when I forget to do my home work. Now I know that I shouldn't do that because it hurts me in the long run. Just like Lily I some times can make up brilliant fibs and other times I can't come up with anything. I can also relate to the time that she found out that August knew she was lying but was going to wait for for her to say something about it. This exact thing has happened to me and I just broke down and told my parents, the guilt was just to much to bear.

On a more positive note, I think I get the hang of things pretty quickly. In the book it says that Lily is able to quickly catch-on to all of the things that August is teaching her. This is the same way for me. One time, over the summer I went to work for my dad in his office. I spent the day helping a guy in the video production department who had hurt his arm. I was archiving video footage, printing discs, and converting video files like a well oiled machine inside of 3 hours. Now I am sure that most of the honey processing equipment that Lily uses are a little more complicated. However I feel that her skills and my skills are applicable.

Sensory Writing Touch

"Eew!", that was all I could hear while I was waiting for Diana to come around with whatever she wanted us to be feeling. My over active imagination was conjuring up all manner of horrible things that she could be bringing around. Hamburger meat, Pig eyes, a or anything that you might have felt inside a dark box at your third grade Halloween party. As she got to my table, I was not spared the horror of having listening to my table mates squirm and squeal at the mercy of my perceived to be evil teacher. When she got to me and grasped my hand, she could have been a witch straight out of a story book. The anticipation was so great I thought I might explode like balloon filled with confetti. Showering the whole world with fear and anxiety. Then when she grasped my hand and lowered it into the vase, I felt a flood of relief. It wasn't anything disgusting at all. It was cold and squishy yes but nothing bad. It had been whisked by the hands of many of my classmates, so that all of the little form it had before had been lost. As I felt it I felt all of my fear slip away. As if some one had put a hole in that balloon full of confetti and let all the air out.

Sensory Writing, Smell/Taste

Movies, summer, fun. All things that we associate with popcorn. Just the pungent smell of it, brings back a flood of memories of visits to the theater. Its the smell of listening, and undivided attention. Like the odor of it alone is constantly listening, waiting for the movie to start.When the aroma first comes billowing out of the bag and bombards your face with the pure essence of happiness, and contentment. Your mouth starts to water, and you can't hold yourself back you have to have some of the little puffy clouds that have been beckoning you. Then when you take your first bite, that's when the previews end and the feature presentations starts. The explosion of flavor in my mouth. The laughter of the butter. The suspense of the popcorn. The drama of the salt. All of these flavors, when directed by the eater, come together to make the biggest summer blockbuster of them all.

sensory writing sight

"One small step for man, one giant step for man kind." Even I had never heard those words before I could have gotten them just from this picture alone. We are used to a more yellow light that is absorbed by the plants and animals all around . On the moon there is nothing to absorb the light. Nothing to soften it. I is as colorless and clear as intangible glass, effortlessly flowing though empty space. The light seems to be filtered of all color by the emptiness it self. The nothings insatiable thirst for life sucking the warmth from the light like a vampire.

The astronaut who dares to brave this wasteland of wastelands, seems to be a creature of his environment. Covered head to toe in colorless gray dust. Dust and dirt that has never known rain or sun. Their single shiny eye that reflects their domain. Has a curious look to it but is all the same, lacking humanity.

I remember seeing this picture for the first time. It filled me with awe that we meager humans could go as far as putting a man on the moon and bringing him home without a scratch. It was inspiring, And ever since I have wanted to go to the moon and look back on the earth. A glowing blue gem, tiny and insignificant. And with seeing that the earth is small and beautiful, we realizes that we are even smaller but no less amazing.

Sensory Writing

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Happy, but at the very same time, melancholy. The sound it makes causes me to think of sailing and the ocean. It reminds me of a town called Capitola. I lived there when I was little and it brings back a lot of fond memories. It sounds like an old man. One who has much wisdom and is is happy to give it to any one who will listen. I haven't heard an instrument like this before. Its sound is like a flickering candle light in a dark room. Faint and flickering, but tantalizingly close. However, with a candle you can see it and you know what it is. With this fascinating sound Its nearly impossible to identify by sound alone. It has the stroking voice of a violin, but instead of the melody flowing over me in waves of beautiful sound, I am simply submerged in it, drowning in it. Though it was summoned from the instrument by a mortal, he can never hope to fully understand it in all of its context.