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Blogging Sounds for 3WW

Published August 29, 2012 by Ms. Nine

Weekly Writing Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.com : blog sounds

 

3WW prompt: free, affair, expectation

Free from twitter beeps

An affair with the keyboard

Tap tap tap tap

Hummmm of  a hard drive

Scratching muse

An expectation

Anticipation of a post

Like dinner hot on the table

Five Things

Published August 20, 2012 by Ms. Nine

“Your book sales hit 1,000 today,” he said.

I didn’t know this tall, skinny man who sat at my circular writing desk located at Barnes & Noble.  I stared at his grey goatee and put down my coffee cup.  My heart beat wildly, and the first thing I wanted to do was write about my feelings.  I jumped out of the dream with an idea.

What are five things that could happen today that would make my heart beat wildly?

  1. My readers will stop in for a look-see.
  2. I will write something worth reading.
  3. New ideas will percolate.
  4. One of my kids will call or come by.
  5. I’ll think of something else to add to this list

The day has just begun.  What are five things you would like to happen today?

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What Now?

Published August 2, 2012 by Ms. Nine

 

Has this ever happened to you? You’re typing away thinking you have a great story, then it dies.  Poof!  Gone.  You don’t worry about it.  You have plenty of other things to write about.

So you start another piece, an idea that’s been pinging around in your brain for a while.  After two sentences, you stop.  Suddenly your flash of inspiration vanishes like the friend who owes you money.

You panic. You think you’re wasting your time.  You start thinking about other things you should be doing.  Like mopping under the bed or dusting behind the refrigerator.

Before you know it, your writing time is all gobbled up and you feel like you’ve accomplished nothing.  When this happens, you’re thinking your way out of writers’ block.

Change it up. Don’t think. Write.  Commit your thoughts, doubts, and guilt to words on paper.  Write about the grief of lost ideas, the frustrations of a stumbling plot, or the things you feel need doing.  Write your way out of a thinking block.

You’re gonna be okay.

 

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Published July 27, 2012 by Ms. Nine

 

This post about the writing process by writer A. Christine spoke to me. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

 

a. christine writer

First, you get an idea. It is bright and shiny like a quarter in a corner, and you run over and pick it up and gloat quietly in your head that you were the one who found it. You subsequently remember that there are lots of ideas out there that other people have picked up and will pick up, some of which look and sound an awful lot like the one you have in your hand. Damn that Collective Unconscious thingamajig!

Still, you like your idea. It excites you, so you keep it around, like a pygmy puff (Harry Potter reference – think a less reproductive tribble). It sits on your shoulder and occasionally reminds you that it’s there. It’s comfortable, and as the idea grows and develops into something more concrete, you start to get that persistent poke at the back of your brain that you need to put…

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Addicted

Published July 19, 2012 by Ms. Nine

 

Blogger Addiction

I wonder if I’ll ever just write a post and forget about it.  Will I ever stop looking at the numbers? Will my heart stop skipping beats whenever the comment tag flashes? This blogging thing had infiltrated my brain wirelessly, silently, invisibly.  Deadly.  I spend more time writing my blog and watching my stats than I do writing my wip.  Bad.

And don’t mention the reader aspect.  I love to read other writers’ blogs!  I have books, real books, which are gathering dust on my nightstand, but the fascinating work of on-line writers is too compelling.  So I thought… What if I stopped for a week?  What if I tore myself away from the internet?  Would I wither away and die? Would I collapse?  Would I fall into a crevasse?  I can’t imagine the unthinkable.  How would I navigate the new world of writing?

I took the test and I’m 74% addicted.  It’s time to take action! So I tell myself to get faster at writing.  Multitask.  For today, my laptop is open for me to work on my wip and my desktop is open to my stat page.  I’m going to chart my progress.

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Don’t read this.  It’s too scary.  Addiction or Conviction?

Patching a Stream of Consciousness

Published July 9, 2012 by Ms. Nine

 

I approached writing this morning just as I usually do – with a cup of coffee and a stream of consciousness flowing on the word processor.   It’s how most of my ideas are quilted together.   Usually, it works.  I can happily sew a decent piece of writing from the patterns that emerge.   Today, something terrible and scary happened to me.  After spending hours writing a stream of consciousness, I couldn’t stitch a single thought together.   Every time I pulled the bottom thread, the seam gave way.  This happened repeatedly.  Why?  What is wrong with me today?

After reading through at least a thousand words of my own thinking, I learned two uncomfortable truths: one, I need to learn a whole lot more about writing; and two, I’m still trying to figure out the blogging thing.

For now, I’ll keep at it.  What dreams may come.

 

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Summer Shorts, Part II

Published July 3, 2012 by Ms. Nine

Flash fiction, a genre I’m experimenting with this week, is challenging but worth the exercise.  The fun part comes in editing.  Cut.  Cut.  Cut.

Readers, I challenge you to write a short (500 words or less) and post it in a comment (or link me).  Here’s a link with ideas and prompts: http://www.everydayfiction.com/flashfictionblog/10-ideas-for-flash-fiction-writing-prompts/

If you’re new to this genre, here’s another site with a clear definition: http://365tomorrows.com/03/23/what-is-flash-fiction/

Oh, and there are lots more.  Google it and see for yourself.

Here’s my short for today.

Waiting

     Marlene twirled her fork in the linguine alle vongole.   She saw Pedro, the head cook, watching her from the kitchen’s swinging doors.  She smiled. If only her father accepted him, she wouldn’t need to sneak.  Tonight she would wait for him by her mother’s head stone, a place her father would never look.  She left her plate untouched.  “My father works late tonight.  I’ll go home and get ready for Pedro.”

“I’m clocking out.”

“Nice job tonight, Pedro.  And remember what I told you about my daughter.  She’s too young for you.”

“Yes.” Pedro averted the old man’s eyes. “I will wait for her then.”

“That’s best.”  The old man sighed, appreciating Pedro’s honesty.

She wore the modest black dress, the one Pedro liked.  Pedro.  His name alone delighted every part of her.  She waited for love with the pain of anticipation.   To distract her, she read the words on the gravestone.

“Loving wife and mother taken by her own hands

Merciful God, forgive her.”

She wished for a word, a mother’s advice, a discourse, an approval, a sign.

An owl hooted.

She waited.  And waited.

If you have some flash, please post and share.  I’ll be waiting!

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