Once More With Feeling Writing Prompts: Day 10

So, how bout that major sports team? Heard they’re not doing so major this year.

Seriously though, sometimes I don’t even know how to take my own writing.  1NS is like a fevered dream.  Quick and dangerously hot, but now that I’m nearly done with it I’m feeling a little disappointed.  It’s just so short, and I want there to be more of it!  I did finish writing up what I had on paper and transferring it onto the computer last night, so I’m one more step towards that final goal.  There’s one part in it that needs a little more writing to connect the pieces together, and then I just need to finish out the ending.  Page count on my Open Office program as it stands has it at thirteen pages with size twelve Times New Roman font.  So, maybe I’ll end up with twenty to twenty-tree pages?  Since I’m going to try to market it, I might not post the ending here.  I’m still debating on that.  I mean on one hand I’m not sure if I’d have enough pages to market it at all, and in that case I’ll have to bust my hump to finish off Vertigo since it’s the next closest to completion and then maybe another short story that I’ll write and try to sell them all together as a small short story collection?  I guess we’ll see.  If I do have enough content to put 1NS out there alone, then I won’t have to worry about all that.  Besides, I’ll want to let it sit a little, then go back at it with my Little Editor Beth who I kept back with a choke-collar to keep her from stopping my forward momentum.

Well, now that I’ve got that out of my system lets get on to a writing prompt, shall we?  So, what do we have for us today? Day 10 is: What was your favorite childhood toy? *blinks* nope! that’s not awkward at all!  Ah well! Let’s get started, shall we? Read more of this post

Once More With Feeling Writing Prompts: Day 6

I’ll start this post by wishing my older sister a happy birthday.  We may not talk, but she’s still my sister.  Funny how one decides to not talk to me, and the other comes back into my life.  Also, interestingly enough, today’s prompt is more of a thoughtful post as well, and will be more journal like. Instead of dwelling on the bullheadedness of the people I’m related to, I’m going to focus on today’s prompt which asks the question: Who do you want to be when you are 40? (Or 50 or 60, etc. if you are already 40) Read more of this post

There Was a Storm in My Brain!

Today has been a productive day! I wanted to write more in the story that’s been occupying me, but then my brain went on a tangent instead, and I started coming up with different story ideas that may or may not be short stories, but either way could be made into books.  Then after three story ideas I thought, what about a flower themed book series.  I remember reading a series of books once that had flowers on the covers.  I couldn’t tell you what the significance of the flowers were to the stories, nor can I really remember the author, but I liked the idea of the flowers for the covers.  Then I remembered that there are flower names that double as baby names.  So I started compiling a list of names that worked that way, and chose seven, then things snowballed from there until my three story ideas were absorbed by the series!  It’s going to be a romance series, and I’m okay with that.  In fact, I’m ready to own my love of Romance.  So, you are warned what this is going to be about, and if you still want to know more of what I’ve been up to, read on! Read more of this post

Grief…I’d Ask Why, But Who Could Answer?

As anyone would know that has been following, I’ve recently had to bury my brother at the age of thirty-three.  What some of you wouldn’t know though, is that the morning after my last post, my husband’s grandmother also went to heaven.  We knew there was a chance that she wouldn’t last long after Christmas, it was just terrible circumstance that had her passing so close to Greg’s. Read more of this post

To Those We’ve Lost, and are About to Loose…

Not whining, just taking stock of what’s gone on this year. I am ringing in the new year with a post, but no New Year’s Resolution. I’ll work to improve in general over the next year, but I swear if it all turns out to be more of the same as this year…Well, you get the idea.
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I’m posting this as if I wrote it in the early AM before going to sleep, when in reality I was writing it on a notebook from the beginning of Saturday, but didn’t make it to the computer because of Family Movie Night and Living Room Camp Out!  I’ll write about those in a bit but first, what I was to post for my “Saturday” post! Read more of this post

Luke, I’m Your Sister?

Okie, I’m going to let my geek flag fly today.  I’ve been searching the internet galaxy for a “deleted” scene.  I’ve seen pictures that may or may not have been Photoshop’ed and I’ve come up not with what I was searching for, but it prompted me to write this post.  I am talking about a scene in The Empire Strikes Back in which Luke and Leia “make out”.  If you don’t know who I’m talking about, you have been living under a rock, that’s all I got to say, and for those of you that do know who I’m talking about, don’t judge.  Just hear me out I have some things that I want to say from a writer’s standpoint.  Read on if you’re game!

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Poke it with a Stick!

I took time out to enjoy the steadily improving weather with my sons Saturday.  They played, rode the four-wheeler power-wheels together and just generally had fun.  I raked.  Pinecones, pine needles, and leaves left over from the fall.  I picked up sticks, twigs, and dead tomato plants from the previous season.  Only question on my mind while raking was how to dispose of them? Read more of this post

Mr. Darcy’s Obsession by Abigail Reynolds

I came across a free eBook called Mr. Darcy’s Obsession by Abigail Reynolds and was intrigued.  It is a retelling of the story of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.  In this story, Elizabeth is even more unsuitable for Mr. Darcy, having lost her father and is near to impoverished.   Read more of this post

Writing Prompt: Shortening Your Story

“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” This six-word story by Ernest Hemingway is a flash fiction classic. In only eight syllables, there is a myriad of tales and images. Start with 100 words. Write a story of that length, then keep cutting until you get to 20 (or six, if you can manage it). Is your story still intact? Does it still contain the key elements – character, plot, and setting – with which you started? As you cut words, you will have to imply more than you write. In addition to being a way in which to put off whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing, it is also a good exercise in discipline because it makes you hone down your writing, conveying a tale to the reader without crowding your work with unnecessary detail. (I’m posting this in backwards order so you can see where I ended up first, then see where it came from.)

Wanted: Fabled Seventh Child, living siblings optional. (7 words)

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Two people are talking on a couch. One needs a mystic, the other is a seventh child. (17 words)

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“You were the seventh child Elizabeth, we need you.”

“Seventh? Weren’t you good at math?” I scoffed.

He smiled. “You were the fourth to survive your birth, but you were the seventh in your mother’s womb. A seventh child.”

I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. “And that means what?”

“It means a great deal. People forgot that the seventh child is the mystic of the family. That I know you was a stroke of luck.”

“You don’t believe that stuff do you?”

His smile became tender. “I live in that world now, this conversation wouldn’t be happening otherwise.”

(98 words)

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“Elizabeth, we need you,” his eyes never left my own, “Your brother told me that you were the seventh.”

“The seventh? And I thought you were good at math.”

He smiled condecendingly, “You have four surviving siblings, but you were the seventh to pass your mother’s womb. That makes you a seventh child.”

I shifted uncomfortably. Talk of my lost siblings was a touchy subject, even in my dreams. “I still don’t see how that makes me special.”

“It may not mean much to you, but to my friends it means a great deal. It’s very uncommon for a family to get so large. People have forgoten that the seventh child is supposed to become the mystic of the family. That I even know you was a stroke of luck.”

“You don’t really believe that stuff do you?”

His smile became tender. He leaned across the couch so that our faces were just inces away. “I live in that world now, and if you really weren’t the seventh then this conversation wouldn’t be happening.”

I leaned back as far as I could away from Tom. “I’m still under the impression that I’m having a very disturbing dream.” (197 words)