We’ve loved hosting the Wordtree Creative Half Hour every Friday on Zoom – with writers, business owners and marketers from the UK, USA, Belgium, Switzerland and Mexico.
Last week, we talked about writing through the prism of different emotions – and used images as inspiration. Here are some of the lovely pieces our participants created…
Anxiety
My nineteenth Twitter check this minute. Good Lord, I do so need to quit this. I could’ve learned a language on Duolingo this year alone. Or built that conservatory. Or learned the ukulele. Just about anything else in the world would’ve been a better use of my time.
Relief
There it is, the little WhatsApp blue tick. He’s not in the pub, he’s not out cycling, he’s not thinking about anyone else. For this brief moment at least, he’s thinking about me.
Exhaustion
Huddling by her schoolbag, she tried to frame the words she needed but her brain wouldn’t let her. And even if her brain had come up with something, her thumbs were too cold to text properly.
Tired. Just so tired.
The weak winter sunlight struggling in through the changing-room window did nothing to lift her mood.
And then she remembered she had that extra after-school revision class with her Science teacher.
Crap.
Could things get any worse?
Elation
The screen flashed.
A split second more of life as it was. Always had been.
She would remember that moment always.
Life before; life after.
Cold, dull, dingy monotony. A tedious collation of second on second, minute on minute, hour on hour, adding up to something less than the sum of its parts.
In that split second, everything changed.
The cold winter light in the bleak changing-room was suddenly thrumming with life. Humming with vibrancy. Exploding with colour. Infinitely variable.
Possibilities danced in front of her.
Life. Before. After.
Never the same again.
Surprise
I have to hand it to Liz, this is A LOT more fun than I’d expected. It’s not at all like the last – atrocious – time I went clubbing back at Destiny & Desire in Swindon. All the blokes seem to be here to dance, not grope. I haven’t met a tosser all night, which is saying something. And the lights, just wow!
Anxiety
Is it just me or is it way too hot in here? Err, a little personal space would be nice please Mr Muscles! My feet are not your dance floor. Oh God, oh God, it’s me! What’s wrong with me?? I don’t feel too good at all. And now everyone is looking at me. Are they looking at me? I daren’t check in case I make eye contact. Oh man, I really need to get some air. Should I tell Sara? What if she thinks I’m lame?
Disgust
It can’t be much longer. It can’t. It’s too loud. It’s hurting my eyes. Everyone’s too close. They’re all sticky. And they keep touching me. So I’m all sticky. I need to shower. And throw away everything I’m wearing. And lie down in a dark room. Really, how much is left?
Our next free Wordtree Creative Half Hour is on Friday, May 22 at 15.30 BST. To register, email info@wordtree.com.