Helen sits on an outcrop of rock overlooking the valley beyond, finishing her sandwich, and swigging mouthfuls of water from her bottle. Her brain absorbs the view through her eyes. Where the sun breaks through the heavy-grey layers of cloud, it picks out patches of landscape with virulent, almost iridescent colours. She sits, contentedly on the rock, listening to the rich orchestration of nature’s sounds. Relaxing into the worlds, setting her senses free she hears the murmuring of the wind, the sounds of the sparse vegetation, geese far in the far away in their family…
And so my novel continues on, with the characters in the cold yet striking wilderness, and I write their story in the new way, on my lap, with my cat beside me on my sofa, direct onto the computer… Seems to be working so far! *grins*
Nice, but not sure about the word “virulent”. Makes it sound unpleasant.
Main Entry: vir·u·lent
Pronunciation: -l&nt
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English, from Latin virulentus, from virus poison
1 a : marked by a rapid, severe, and malignant course b : able to overcome bodily defensive mechanisms
2 : extremely poisonous or venomous
3 : full of malice : MALIGNANT
4 : objectionably harsh or strong
– vir·u·lent·ly adverb
Hmmn, I see what you mean. Thanks! ^__^
Actually now I’m thinking about it, it’s probably unnecessary anyhow – it could just be…
it picks out patches of landscape with iridescent colours