One sentence. Tues 06th May 2025.

Today’s sentence:

“The column clawed its escape skyward, a pale tendril spiralling into space, while the valley held its breath for a secret launch.”

Inspiration and Observation:
Today, while driving in Wexford, I saw a factory chimney rising high above an industrial plant in a valley below the road. The afternoon was fantastically warm, and there was barely a breeze to disturb the bulk of a column of steam rising slowly into the air. A rolled cigar of cloud, escaping to the atmosphere, like the soundless exhaust of a rocket skip, clawing its way into the sky.

I’ve met some space cadets from Wexford, a few more who could be aliens, by no astronauts.

I missed yesterday’s post because I was deep into editing chapters of my novel. I thought it best to keep the flow going. If you are building a positive habit, you can skip it’s scheduled occurrence once, but not twice in a row. If you give yourself the permission leave that extra night, you’ll find two become three, becomes seven, and then you’ll be a month away and the drive to make the change will have passed by. Clarity, consistency, and commitment are often spoken of as the three C’s of success. So, I’ve got to stay in the saddle for the sake consistency, and commitment, however, I realise that I didn’t make a great plan at the start. The Clarity of this project is missing vital elements. Fail to prepare, prepare to fail. So, I’ll have to bring the concept back to drawing board, and make sure it’s SMART.

The sentence lodged for later use as:
“The column clawed its way skyward, white against the green, and placed a spike into the valley.”

It evolved as:

• “The column clawed its way skyward, a white spike driven deep into the lush green heart of the valley, anchoring the landscape to the heavens.”
• “The column clawed its way skyward, a pale tendril of industrial breath unfurling into space, as if the valley itself were paused.
• “The column clawed its way skyward, a pale tendril of industry unfurling into space, as if the valley itself were paused; holding its breath for a secret launch.”
• “The column clawed its escape skyward, a pale tendril spiralling into space, and the valley held its breath for a secret launch.”