tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29912327520104866742024-03-05T19:30:52.540-08:00My Journey in Writingramblings, notes, and story ideasAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-1238572877582996362013-04-15T16:00:00.002-07:002013-04-15T16:00:56.942-07:00M is for Mitchell #atozchallenge<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUC4w8QGPBzcSgEOnWITsoaKQPSZt6J1EhR15DR1qT6ZHAYS7xmwJTn2RcZV39AvWexks5xTZ9WXsIPSsJtnRAXzS9ZtdsSKnkJApJdTyo8_bNQfvy9lIWsQWwtERzdkfHPA7pHszLnRz/s1600/a-to-z-letters-m.jpg" /><br />
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Tall and mysterious were definitely the words most people would use to describe Mitchell, but those that really knew him would say soft and sensitive. Mitchell was not the school type, but he did finish his vocational program and was working hard and steady to establish himself as a line mechanic. His meticulous nature and determination made him an excellent mechanic. Working the night shift made him seem mysterious to the day crew, why would someone want to work late at night, especially a young guy. At only 20 he was the youngest mechanics at the dealership. Since he was single and not really interested in a relationship , the night shift suited him well and allowed him to work on his own projects during the day. His buddy went to school at night and was available to work alongside him on their joint venture toys so he really couldn't ask for more. Yes, there were days when he missed having someone to hang out with, but he still had feelings for that one young lady he lost.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-91571617235373890542013-04-13T07:59:00.000-07:002013-04-13T07:59:00.358-07:00L is for lost #atozchallenge<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUAHCWicjXPGAKsbbFsenM4qhZCpyRT_i3-SrdvzoIgaADpX0f10N0hlOOI2Qwe2H4UPqwg_cfURSox5s9sliAt7JswVoe7Vr0CRsy26lKlO-sZEj7MX5FFCN4H7Bj7XhL4vg7WglVI2x/s1600/a-to-z-letters-l.jpg" /><br />
I should have taken the easy way out which was to use L for Lists (my previous post on character interviews), honestly I don't have any characters with L names, I don't know why it isn't a letter I use. Never even thought of L names when I was pregnant.<br />
I'm lost of an L name, I'm lost in a mess of chaos right now and the only thing keeping me above water is my escape into the little worlds/ scenes I create when I am writing. Writing has become once again and escape for me, no matter what is going on around me I can set it aside and write, create, daydream.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-27737948403527444392013-04-12T09:17:00.002-07:002013-04-12T09:20:12.404-07:00 Character Interviews I use #atozchallenge<br />
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Since I am working on a list of characters, I thought I would take the time to share a couple lists of questions to answer about characters you a writing.<br />
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Basic Character Interview: (this is my own personal collection of things)<br />
1. Name<br />
2. Age/ Birthday<br />
3. Physical traits (list 5)<br />
4. Favorites (list 5)<br />
5. Marital Status/ views on marriage<br />
6. Children (have/ want)<br />
7. Siblings<br />
8. Religion / views on religion<br />
9. Political views (party affiliation or list 5 or 6 general views)<br />
10. Philosophy (personal and professional)<br />
11. Career or career path<br />
12. Hobbies (list 3)<br />
13. Interests (list 5)<br />
14. Childhood dreams<br />
15. Fantasy<br />
16. House (where lives, what kind of setting : house, condo, dorm, apartment, etc...)<br />
17. Car<br />
18. Darkest secret<br />
19. Greatest Accomplishment<br />
20. Fears (list 3)<br />
21. Desires (list no more than 5)<br />
22. Regrets (list 3)<br />
23. How the character sees his/ her self.<br />
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I find this list helps get to know the person I am writing about (leaves enough room to grow.) I also don't answer every question right off the bat, sometimes I get to know the character while I write and will jot down answers as I go.<br />
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Worksheet on Attraction (complete one set for heroine and one for hero)<br />
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1 Why is the hero attractor to the heroine? What does he respond to in her beyond the physical? What aspects of her character and personality draw him in?<br />
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2. How will the heroine fulfil his emotional and internal needs? Heroes often think they don't have any emotional needs - this is a part of growth.<br />
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3. Emotionally speaking what does he want that he has never gotten from a woman and how will the heroine give that to him? Again he may not even know he has such a need<br />
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4. What does he find in her that he lacks in himself? How do her strengths make him stronger?<br />
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5. How is he different with the heroine that he is or ever has been with any other woman, emotionally speaking again?<br />
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6. How is she his best friend and understands him in a way that no other person does? There things come up over the course of the book.<br />
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7. What secret or secrets do the two of them share?<br />
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8. What makes this hero different from any other heo. List the two or three traits that I want to reveal in his speech and actions? Good or bad.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-7947684010505463112013-04-12T08:50:00.000-07:002013-04-12T08:50:54.968-07:00K is for Katherine #atozchallenge<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAjRNYfL0yWkmtV58qWvn38vfeAfdlH95PwRrT-l0LhpMM8qeNkboIqNG7OVwq-WId7LntsWzUzNdgbuLmn9yIuwl6CG0zcTeUWGef_k3WTa0W7XkOphIk3ybjKkHCT-bSfCXLzgLQqqR/s1600/a-to-z-letters-k.jpg" /><br />
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Katherine seemed rushed no matter how hard she tried to get things done, her days were filled with no less than 3 full classes everyday, 4 hours working in the campus bookstore , and working to get all her homework done just to start the next day with only 3-4 hours of sleep each night. Life for this college student was a push, but yet she felt something was missing. She really did not have time to find the missing something today though, she was late for a lecture in Psychology on the other side of campus. Thankfully her bag wasn't as heavy today and she could cut across the commons and dash behind the Student Union building and up the backside of the Social Sciences building ducking in the back way. As she cut across the commons she felt like someone was watching her, but brushed it off as nothing in her rush to get where she needed to be.<br />
Falling into her seat among the rest of the Psychology class she was relieved to see she made it with time to spare. Pulling out her notebook, she began jotting down some questions that she wanted to ask the speaker following the reading of his latest book related to birth order in young adults.<br />
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Katherine pulled her blonde hair into a quick ponytail and straightened her campus Bookstore staff shirt as she freshened up her makeup, ready to hit the floor for her afternoon shift. Thursdays in the bookstore were pretty mellow, usually the only traffic they saw would be from the students that actually did their projects over the weekends instead of waiting until the last minute. As she reached her assigned register, she caught a glimpse of a tall, slender guy with a black cowboy hat on. Most people didn't surprise her, but something about his caught her by surprise, where had she seen him before?<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-1168517625175234212013-04-11T15:25:00.002-07:002013-04-11T15:25:52.211-07:00J is for Justin #atozchallenge<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFOQIbXuLncrX4CMeNEyjYREK-T12g5hA3dN4Fg62hqTmfGMojrQXPgWl-fznraS6Co-HrXxBAbGVzDAu1CwegLonzT8tt800_tMFCVKI6CF2nYDsElzjs_OW4uCHheygRtdvy1xkPYzL/s1600/a-to-z-letters-j.jpg" /><br />
His black hair shone as ebony when he tipped his black stetson hat passing the girls in the hall. Most of the guys on the 4th floor thought Justin was a little weird, but the girls all seemed to blush when he gestured and smiled at them. He might be something of an anomaly on campus, but he grew up with a strong belief that a lady was something to be treated with respect. While his cowboy hat seemed out of place in Avery Hall he had earned his spot on campus working hard , maintaining his grades and showing compassion and chivalry to those around him. As a business major he spent a lot of time studying trends in marketing, finance, and crunching numbers; one thing wasn't going to change his compassion. <br />
He caught a quick glance of her across the common area and wondered who she was....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-3693791052082859112013-04-10T19:41:00.003-07:002013-04-10T19:41:55.039-07:00I is for Insanity #atozchallenge<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZikwGtMYKVUfViOnOc_bquarqRs0PlsuMZaJl55Dq5cZDDagDvnWnw5fNL9Yb0EIEQNR147ESQNinq5ReN6s0scjp56lYkNussoQIrMBQPTVulwz2xXGW4j1Cnc1R_ignM7aFIQm0YpW/s1600/a-to-z-letters-i.jpg" /><br />
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I is for Insanity, hey I'm just keeping it real. As a homeschool mom of 2 boys who dreams of writing all day and not worrying about the real world, the dishes, or even the laundry I tend to get in over my head. Thankfully I have a wonderful husband who can't go a day without doing a load of laundry and an amazing mother who comes over once a week to help me clean up the messes the boys and I manage to make. The insanity is all the crazy chaos circling around inside my mind. Most people don't even try to understand me thank goodness and those that try and actually get me learn rather quickly that I don't fit into a box, I actually create my own box and it doesn't have 4 sides , a top, and a bottom it is actually more of a cylinder. I dream big and reach higher each time, and that is all I can ask for.<br />
I am spiritual, thoughtful, romantic, and whimsical all of which tend to land me in hot water no matter which way I turn.<br />
My characters come from inside this crazy brain of mine and all stem from parts of my existence or my dreams. I try to follow the advice a professor gave me in college to 'write what you know', but honestly I often question what I know.<br />
There are days when it is all clear and I can write (usually on paper) for hours, but most days I am lucky to find the time to blog here much less my normal blogs. I love my boys and the insanity of being a homeschool mama and will take the quiet moments I can steal from the day and savor them.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-8784738358831908562013-04-06T09:00:00.000-07:002013-04-06T09:00:01.734-07:00F is for Facebook #atozchallenge<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKQXZ3IoiLl5hGdSYPN7yGzU_I88BwRdlXO-TCZitsYZrVCJrVx89KeyseynxRs03cQqKmnF8tqLCSAgQq5mERgMclJkDNcWqC2-o1zqLpbCeAaLRdmPS3lL_fp67CQLHPPOvFfGXlSvx/s1600/a-to-z-letters-f.jpg" /><br />
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This isn't a character or setting per say, although I do share characters and ideas here.<br />
My creative writing blog has a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/CurtainJourney" target="_blank">Facebook Page</a> and I would so appreciate anyone that feels like it , stopping by and liking the page, you can even leave a comment if you feel like it.<br />
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On another Facebook note... If you are writing in a modern setting do you use social media like Facebook or Twitter ? How do you feel about reading sections that incorporate those into the story? I have a story I am working on that the original setting and scenes used AOL instant messenger, but the setting has now moved forward enough that I am trying to figure out how to incorporate those conversations.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-40164189347416563292013-04-04T16:01:00.001-07:002013-04-04T16:01:10.891-07:00D is for Daniel #atozchallenge<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGHKQwLzrSHOsAaIBPfHc4TuHUhMRolprJKBC6tiCVHGx-59mtIxZ4Y8Rg6egSiSjFRp2eQoD4DiEDvAHwt3NPIvyxB371DVMy_pM8tV6SML3teyHaynCTsY9pd8s1296pZnNCVLvvXNN9/s1600/a-to-z-letters-d.jpg" /><br />
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Daniel sat in the cafeteria waiting for the girls, he wasn't waiting for just any girls, he was waiting for his crew of girls; his friends and counterparts in the upcoming production. Daniel was one of only 2 guys in the upcoming production so he was always surrounded by girls.<br />
His dark brown hair looked almost black and his tall slender build made him just that much more intriguing to the girls he worked with. His dark eyes and pale complexion only added to the mystery that was Daniel. Most people didn't get to know him at all really. He was quiet unless he was on stage then he commanded a presence. He was multi talented and managed to handle his class load with grace and ease , never complaining just getting it done and submerging himself in the arts as much as he could.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-34934793482005836492013-04-04T15:27:00.001-07:002013-04-04T15:27:44.512-07:00C is for Corinda #atozchallenge<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51Lie9SIuX5b1nBqMFBinfMbx0uT3FAHw3szU65Xk3ku-v9N53n-fDZV9qZmpJv51F61RYxwfXO1kIHXa7FWUC9VqsUaZT9lzDNc0TbjNVTypt3VO8dxmoAmuQDsiEq80MtgEU5RfKbfN/s1600/a-to-z-letters-c.jpg" /><br />
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Corinda sat quietly in the back row of the theater reading her next scene. Something about this scene just wasn't right, she was struggling with the purpose and the characters involved. What the worst part of the issues, she wrote the script. This play was her senior project and so far she was having more issues and ready to throw in the towel, this had to work, the message was import and she had worked to hard to get it right to fail now. <br />
THe house lights were still dimm when she finally got up and walked to the tech room door, she was always more at home sitting in the light booth, maybe she could work out the issues the script was having under the cold blue light of the booth with a steady stream of music.<br />
"Where is that darn key?" she searched through her oversized canvas bag lookign for the crazy faces key chain.. "There it it " She carefully turned the key in the tiny lock.<br />
Tossing her bag on the floor next to the desk, Corinda pulled her hair away from her face and wrapped it in a messy bun with a pencil to hold it in place. Her midnight black hair looked like glass under the cold blue light of the booth. Flopping down on the overstuffed chair she began to play the scenes in her head visualizing the characters and trying to listen in to their dialogue.<br />
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Blonde hair, blue eyes, taller than average with a small but strong build; that's Brieanna in a nutshell, on the outside anyway. Spunky, inspired, and fiercely opinionated, when she sets her mind on something, nothing will change her mind or her path.<br />
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"Hey Brieanna!" the high pitched excitement from the far end of the hall caught her attention , although she couldn't miss it if she tried. "Are you coming to rehearsal?" that was kind of a dumb question, why would she miss rehearsal, she was the lead, some people!?<br />
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"Of course, just have to drop off a paper to Mr. Bolin's office. I'll be there in a few minutes." her English teacher had given her 1 extra day to hand in her mid term paper and she managed to finish it a bit early so figured she would just get it out of the way.<br />
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<i>Who is Brieanna? </i>Brieanna is a mix of a couple of characters that finally came together. She is talented but not too confident, she takes inspiration for life and when she gets an idea there really is no changing her mind. She is the oldest daughter of 5 children, her parents are existing characters you will meet later. (She is actually the second generation to a story I previously wrote)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-62022699218032235012013-04-02T19:14:00.000-07:002013-04-02T19:14:09.685-07:00A if for Andora #atozchallenge<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQxJcBHysiYxjJ3PsDhNb5-aCJG-nDldLR75l-FtpZ-9uPdqCaX93t1rH2TvTfOp0S_YP0mLlI1wJpgJAq8J2L328eEVuoDxDGctum7xL7eusf8iICFC3vJqjOJYma8L5VdX5gR3gJ-MV/s1600/a-to-z-letters-a.jpg" /><br />
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Andora stood by the window, gazing at the dark looming clouds quietly praying the storm would stay at bay just a few more hours. The creaky old latch on the window squealed as she turned it to open the window, the gentle breeze swept through her long auburn hair bringing with it the scents of an impending storm.<br />
Andora loved the sea, it called to her stirring emotions long burried.<br />
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<i>Who is Andora?</i> She hasn't revealed all of herself to me yet, I only catch a glimpse of her standing by the old window watching a spring storm move in from the sea. She is on Italian heritage, her name comes from a region on the coast of northern Italy. Her mother was Italian, her father Irish. I only hope I learn more about her and can tell her story.<br />
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If you are looking for a <a href="http://authorblogchallenge.wordpress.com/register/" target="_blank">Winter challenge</a>, check it out!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-50063854690307529392013-02-19T21:16:00.001-08:002013-02-19T21:16:19.542-08:00AtoZ Challenge 2013, ready or not here I comeI signed up for the A to Z Challenge 2013. This will be my third time setting out on this journey. This year I'm going to stick with a theme; characters and places. That will give me 26 characters and places/settings to write about... I think I can fill that pretty easily. I will then have a collection of characters and places to use for projects I have in my head.<br />
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Joshua, Jaime, Amelia, Brandon, Luke, and Matthew<br />
Precious children each and every one, but would there be more, could there be more. Emily wanted more but knew in her heart that wasn't the best. The Lord blessed her with 6 perfect children but at 39 she knew even thinking that way was pure silliness. She had been lucky to bring 6 babies into this world and only not bring 1, many of her friends were struggling to have more than 2 children. She felt selfish and petty even thinking another baby would happen.<br />
Would a baby fill the void she was feeling, was that the missing piece?<br />
As she woke noticing the sun was just beginning to come up, she held off getting out of bed, Josiah would wake soon and she was feeling a little off this morning. She tried to put the uneasy feeling out of her mind and moved her attention to her wonderful husband who was starting to move about and waking up.<br />
Josiah rolled over and opening his eyes gave Emily a rough guy smile warming her heart, she smiled back matching his tone with what should have been a young girls smile instead it looked more like a twisted ____.<br />
"Are you all right Emily? The look on her face told Josiah something was off.<br />
"Not really, excuse me...." Emily got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom with a awful case of the drive heaves.<br />
"Can I get you something? a cup of tea or a glass of water?" Josiah was up and standing just outside the door.<br />
"a glass for water and a new towel from the closet would be wonderful." She tried to keep teh conversation light while in her head the battle began.<br />
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On an autumn afternoon not so long ago, Emily Ann and Josiah David joined hands in front of their closets friends and family.<br />
As she remembered back to that day bits and pieces of their vows rang in her mind. '..and the two shall become One; One in spirit seeking God's perfect union as Man and Wife..' Such sweet words spoken to them as a young couple; now almost 20 years later she was struggling and could not put her finger on any one things that was bothering her, she was in happy in her marriage, but something was missing and she was desperate to find that missing piece before her children or her husband become effected by this cloud. <br />
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"Em?" Josiah's voice brought her abrutly back to reality. "you feeling alight?"<br />
"fine, why?" she hoped he didn't sense her anxiety.<br />
"You usually have dinner ready by 6:00 and it is almost 6:30. Can I ask the girls to help do something ?"<br />
"Oh my gracious, where is my head, I'll get it on the table soon. I'm sorry darling."<br />
He reached out and gently grabbed her waist, "Emily, talk to me, what is wrong?"<br />
"Guess I was daydreaming , I just lost track of time, I'm sorry dear" Emily was a pitiful liar but Josiah also knew not to push to hard or she would just shut him out.<br />
"Come here darling" his voice was so calming to her anxious heart, " you know I love you with all my heart, even more than the day I married you, what if I ask Julianne to come stay with the children for a while and we take a short trip just the two of us."<br />
"in the middle of the growing season? Who will take care of the crops? What if something happens to the animals?"<br />
"it will be fine for a few days, the boys can take care of the crops and nothing will happen to the animals, it will be fine. I'm more concerned about you than anything else, sweet Emily" He drew her in closer, wrapping his strong arms around her as if protecting her, from what he wasn't sure, but he knew his wife needed him.<br />
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"Mama, I'll make dinner." Jaime Anne eagerly offered to help, "you go rest, maybe read a bit. Papa is soup ok?"<br />
"Sweet Jaime, soup will be fine. I think I spied a loaf of Mama's wonderful bread on the end of the counter, lets have some of that with it." Smiling at his oldest daughter with gratitude he turned back to Emily with care and concern. "since Jaime has dinner under control, you go sit and rest for a while. How about a cup of tea? I'm sure Amelia can but a pot on for some tea?"<br />
"No Thank you, but a glass of water would do fine." Her thoughts all seemed jumbled and fighting with each other for control in her mind, something had to give.<br />
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Settingling into the rocker near the fireplace Emily sat quietyly reading from the book of Isaiah with an open heart looking for answers. Josiah quietly sat on the couch across from her just watching his wife's face as she read. As he watched her read, his desire to comfort her overcame him. He loved this woman even more than the day they met. What seemed like only yesterday to him was almost 25 years ago at a church picnic. His family had just moved to the county and he was eager to meet people his age rather than the children that had been so predominate where he came from. At 20 he knew it was time for him to settle down and start his own farm and family. Emily Anne was the first young lady he met at the social and he knew the second he laid eyes on her , she was the one for him. She was simple but beautiful with long auburn hair, deep brown eyes, and a fair complexion. Most the young men looked past her as she wasn't as slender as most of the girls, Josiah on the other hand saw the strength in her. She was soft and gentle as she helped the younger children get their plates set on the tables. She was a natural with children, not showing any signs of wearyness, but only of love and sincerity.<br />
Now the woman , his beautiful wife showed signs of weakness and of a broken spirit. He longed to bring back that beautiful spirit, 'oh Lord, help me comfort her, help me guide her back to the light that is your love" he silently prayed.<br />
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"Oh good, I'm starving" Josiah smiled at his daughters as he entered the dinning room.<br />
"me too" squealed Matthew the 3 year old and youngest of the children.<br />
"Is mama coming to the table?" Amelia questioned her Father.<br />
"I don't think so Amy, Jaime can you take you Mother a small bowl of soup."<br />
"Yes, sir" Jaime's quiet demeanor and willingness to help was a welcomed relief this evening.<br />
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"Thank you Father for the blessing of this food and for the hands that prepared it." Josiah gave his children a gentle nod and they began to eat. Vegetable soup with salted beef was a wonderful welcome dinner especially with the sweet bread freshly baked yesterday afternoon.<br />
There was little conversation as the children finished their meal. The older children cleared the table and helped the 3 younger ones down from table and to their bedroom.<br />
"I'll get the little ones ready for bed Papa." Amelia stepped up to take her 3 younger siblings to bed.<br />
"Thank you Amy,"<br />
"You don't have to do that Amy, I'll take care of it" Emily's voice interrupted Josiah as she came into the room and picked up little Matthew giving him a squeeze and a gentle kiss on his forhead"<br />
"Mama!" Matty squealed with glee. He loved to squeal any chance he could.<br />
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"Thank you everyone for stepping in for me this evening. I am truly blessed to have you all as my family"<br />
Josiah stood and took his wife and youngest child in his arms gently kissing her cheek and hugging them both.<br />
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As Emily took her youngest 3 children to begin their bedtime routine.<br />
"Mama read tory." Matthew bounced around their cozy room hoping for a story before bedtime.<br />
"of course Matty, get into bed and I will read a story to all three of you." Emily pulled a smile from the depths of her soul to comfort her children.<br />
Matthew, Luke, and Brandon quickly pulled their night clothes on and climbed into their beds eagerly waiting for their nightly bedtime story and prayer time with their Mother.<br />
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"Jonah" Luke piped up<br />
"Jonah it is" Emily opened her Bible to the book of Jonah and began reading (and simplifing the story as she read.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-8894136723890146372012-10-31T00:15:00.001-07:002012-10-31T00:15:13.154-07:00Timeline or Timeless #nanowrimo<div><p>I started writing, actually writing last night, but this morning I realized I don't know what my timeline is. What year are we in? Does it really matter that much this early on? Better yet can the story just be timeless?</p>
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So I have two names for my main character, need to research their origins and meanings to make the final choice.<br />
After I wrote this initial piece she finally whispered to me , Emily.<br />
Here long auburn hair and hazel eyes hide her true self in a cloud of comfort. She is a wife , a mother, and a caregiver. She is lost in her duty looking for herself.<br />
She is also cautious as she has only revealed a little of herself to me so far.<br />
Who is Emily?<br />
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Smooth and shiny with a hint of luxury, she laid quietly across the red satin sheets feeling each and every movement in a new energy. What was it about the red satin that brought this side of calm to her. As she revealed a new side of herself., he didn't say a word. The scent of sweet white wine filled the room as if a candle smoldered in the corner of the room. She needed to experience something new and if those red satin sheets brought his wife to that new place he would give them to her. He lit the candle on the dresser illuminating the room in a warm glow.<br />
Josiah was normally a quiet man , working hard on the farm and living a simple life; tonight he allowed himself to let go and savor the beauty that was his wife in this new light. He loved her in a way that he could not explain, he would do anything to make her happy, anything to fill the void that had become an ugly presence in their quiet lives.<br />
Emily a soft spoken woman never asked for much. Tonight she left her auburn hair down and accepted the gift her husband brought into their quiet farm house. Her tears tonight flowed with release not anger or sadness, tonight it was about being the center of his world rather than just that person who cooked and took care of the children's every need. Tonight she was allowed to let go of the inhibition that seemed to control her every move.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-1650375225337675672012-10-15T22:12:00.001-07:002012-10-15T22:12:55.654-07:00Setting, get a map. #nanowrimo #writing<div><p>As I am putting details together for this new project, I realize I haven't quite figured out the setting. I know it is a semi rural area, but I am not sure I want to keep it in Oregon. <br>
One thing I know once I settle on the location I will get myself a map or at least <a href="http://maps.google.com">google</a> map it and the surrounding area.<br>
Another thought, do you use local landmarks in your writing? Again, map it. I have read stories where landmarks are used but then the remaining scenery isn't verfied. I guess I am a stickler for details like that, even in fiction.</p>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991232752010486674.post-72853145229311899972012-10-12T20:41:00.000-07:002012-10-12T20:41:35.654-07:00Thinking notes (Who is she?)<div>
Who is she to everyone else?<br />
Who is she when she is alone?<br />
When she is with him, just the two of them, she is quiet and needy, but to the outside world, she is a determined force in their world.<br />
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The cool breeze began to drift away as the sun fell below the hills. The sky became a mixed of colors like the oil painting hanging in the office. At this moment the beauty of the sunset and the crisp clean smell of the early summer air.<br />
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Why is it so hard to come up with names?<br />
I don't want the names to be cliche' but I also don't want the names to seem like they are someone from my real life. Seriously, I'm really struggling here as well as with a previous project on the character names. Usually I do ok with the heroine, but the hero always seems to give me issue.<br />
So between plot mapping and character frustrations, this year's <a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/" target="_blank">NaNo</a> is getting off to an interesting start.<br />
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I am playing around with an idea. <br>
The premise goes something like this: a frustrated mom struggling to teach her children at home begins to realize she needs educating and it isn't necessarily in teaching skills, but in life, compasion and, loving.</p>
<p>I'm not totally sure where this will lead as the characters are just now being revealed to me. I love this part of the writing process, meeting new characters and seeing where their paths lead.</p>
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I am crazy stoked!<br />
Actually I am freaking out, I'm not prepared and I still have a bunch of posts to write for my regular blogs before I can go crazy and shut the rest of the world out for <a href="http://nanowrimo.org/" target="_blank">NaNoWriMo</a><br />
If you don't know what NaNo is, well the cool icon on the top of this post sums it up, for 30 days you write the goal being <b>50,000 </b>words.<br />
For now, I have 5 character outlines to finish up , although I find my characters tend to show me who they are as I write, I also have to outline or map out the novel on paper , and finally get my notebook and note cards set aside so I have them with me all the time. I tend to write either on my laptop or with pen and paper. I hope to bring together a few ideas I have stirring around in my head and hopefully get a full story done this year.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758361039967874497noreply@blogger.com0