Last night in my writing workshop we had to write for ten minutes within the following constraints:
1. Use third person.
2. Refer to four colors.
3. Refer to an article of clothing.
4. Refer to a repeating sound.
5. Refer to quality of light.
Here’s what I came up with. (Click here to read what I wrote last time I had an exercise like this.)
Max eyed the mass on the floor. “It’s sort of greenish,” he said.
“Green greenish or yellow greenish?” asked Theseus.
“Greenish. I don’t know. It’s green.”
Crap. This was bad. The “hmm” had been “hmm” #6, the “hmm” that, roughly translated, meant something along the lines of “your inability to [verb] to within any satisfactory degree of satisfaction makes me want to unweave my shirt, tie the threads together in one long, long string, and mummify you with it.”
“Maybe it’s more bluish than greenish.”
Crap. “I don’t know, I can’t tell, if you’d let me put a decent bulb in the lamp I’d be able to see it better, but as it is the best I can come up with is that it’s sort of greenish-bluish.” Thunk. “They’re getting closer.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Oh, Jesus Christ, Theseus, fine, fine, I fucked up, I fucked up, okay? How many times do I have to apologize for you to let it go?”