Friday, September 22, 2017

A Friday Quote: Part 8


     Hello, delightful friends! 

     I am continuing my fun event.  It is called A Friday Quote, and I shall play this game every Friday from August through November.  Here's how it works:

IN THE COMMENTS BELOW:
      Post a quote of something YOU wrote THIS week.
Or
Something you edited this week (of something you previous wrote).

    Don't make the quote too long because I don't want you to spoil your story.  Probably 5 sentences or so would be a good amount.  But that is a guideline and not a rule.

     You don't have to participate every week.  But you can participate any week that you write.

      And it will be so much fun to see everybody's quotes.

     And, for me, it will be a reward for writing this week.  :D

     Enjoy!

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

The Reluctant, Dutiful Wife

     I have a confession to make.

     I was grumpy.

     I was so excited about the opportunity to do a Word War.  It's something I have never done before.  But the idea of sitting down with a community of writers, pounding out material for your manuscript, and then sharing how far you got just sounded amazing.

     And maybe it isn't amazing.  I used to want to ride a school bus.  And I wanted to ride it so bad that, when I finally got the chance, the smell of sweaty socks and stale kiddy perfume was sheer delight.  But I'm sure that people who HAVE to ride the bus are not nearly as enamored with it.

    But, be that as it may, when I realized that I actually got the chance to do a real, live Word War, I was ecstatic.  The night of the War, I sat down and started typing.  Ready, set, here we go!

     And then my husband called.

    And he needed to tell me about his day.

     And I missed the rest of the Word War.

     I was so disappointed.  But the dutiful part of me knew I should set aside the Word War for the real life husband who loves me.

     He could tell I was sad about something, though.  And he wanted to know what it was.  (Isn't that sensitive?).  So I told him.  And he told me that it didn't really sound like that much fun anyway, and I probably wasn't missing out.  (Isn't that insensitive?  Lol.  He's a unique mix,  my man is.)  Which made me mad...and even more adamant that a Word War was truly the most amazing activity on the planet.

    But I recovered.  Or at least I thought I did.  And when a second opportunity arose for a Word War, my heart leapt.  I would get to do one after all!  My husband was at work -- not due to get off until later.  At last, the world would be set right, and I could experience the joys of a full Word War!

     Imagine my surprise, as I sit down to start, when my phone rings.  It is my wonderful husband.  He got off work early today!!!  And he wants to tell me all about it!!!

     Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!

     Once again, that feeling of what-is-right rises up in me, and I close my computer down to talk to my wonderful man on his way home.  I know that I could totally tell him at any moment that I'm busy and he would quickly let me go.  He is considerate like that.  But duty tells me that spending time with him is more important.  And duty is right.

     But I'm still struggling with the grumps.

     1 Corinthians 13 tells me that I could give my body to be burned, but, if I don't have love, it doesn't do me any good.  In other words, when I make this great sacrifice for the sake of my husband but it do it with a grumpy-I-hope-he-appreciates-what-I'm-giving-up-for-him attitude, then it really isn't helping him or me or my marriage or anything.

     What I should have done is either to communicate effectively (aka, "hey, baby, can I call you back after this Word War?") or to change my attitude to one of gratitude, trusting that God will work out the Word Wars in the future.

     Which is what I'm going to do now because, oh, the irony, he is calling as I write this post.  Haha!   Now's my chance to practice what I preach!

     After all, reluctantly dutiful is not nearly as good as joyfully supporting. ;)

     I'm not the only one who shares my life with interrupting beings.  I want to hear about you, too.  How do YOU love your parents, siblings, children, roommates, husband, pets, etc. when you are writing?

Monday, September 18, 2017

A Post that You Should Read (and it's not mine)

Hi, guys!  I have been sitting at my computer, checking on some of the blogs that I follow.  This one was such a perfect post that I wanted to share it with you.  It's not long.  It's called: Stories are Remembered.  Go read it!

Friday, September 15, 2017

A Friday Quote: Part 7


     Hello, delightful friends! 

     I am continuing my fun event.  It is called A Friday Quote, and I shall play this game every Friday from August through November.  Here's how it works:

IN THE COMMENTS BELOW:
      Post a quote of something YOU wrote THIS week.
Or
Something you edited this week (of something you previous wrote).

    Don't make the quote too long because I don't want you to spoil your story.  Probably 5 sentences or so would be a good amount.  But that is a guideline and not a rule.

     You don't have to participate every week.  But you can participate any week that you write.

      And it will be so much fun to see everybody's quotes.

     And, for me, it will be a reward for writing this week.  :D

     Enjoy!

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

All the King's Horses and All the King's Men

(Encouragement for the writer in the editing phase)


    No, no, no, no!  It's okay!

     It just looks bad.  See these broken pieces?  They are supposed to be like that -- don't cry.

    Do you know why this is good?

     Because this is how you make it better.

     It's a piece of art.  The broken pieces catch the light better.  And you can rearrange them into the most stunning visuals and thrilling patterns.  With the bits like this, we'll make a picture that will take people's breath away.



     That's why we sent our story to the beta readers in the first place, remember?  Here.  Take the  pieces.  It's going to be amazing.  I can't wait to see!

Friday, September 8, 2017

A Friday Quote: Part 6


     Hello, delightful friends! 

     I am continuing my fun event.  It is called A Friday Quote, and I shall play this game every Friday from August through November.  Here's how it works:

IN THE COMMENTS BELOW:
      Post a quote of something YOU wrote THIS week.
Or
Something you edited this week (of something you previous wrote).

    Don't make the quote too long because I don't want you to spoil your story.  Probably 5 sentences or so would be a good amount.  But that is a guideline and not a rule.

     You don't have to participate every week.  But you can participate any week that you write.

      And it will be so much fun to see everybody's quotes.

     And, for me, it will be a reward for writing this week.  :D

     Enjoy!

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Visiting Another Blog + Flash Fiction Contest

      I stopped by Savannah's blog yesterday and found that she is celebrating her 1-year anniversary of blogging.  Hurray for her!  It's a grand accomplishment, and I feel like she has done better in her first year of blogging than I have in almost 4 years.  If you haven't been to see Scattered Scribblings, it is worth checking out.  I enjoy it.

     As part of her celebration, she is hosting a writing contest.  The rules are simple.  The wordcount must be between 500 and 2,000 words, the word "ink" must be somewhere in the story, and you must submit it by September 26th.

     As most of you know, I have been working on a Snow White retelling for the Rooglewood writing contest.  In fact, I worked on it for a while yesterday.  And then, yesterday evening, I saw Savannah's short story writing contest.  And I decided that it would be refreshing to write something different for a little while.

     I stayed up far past my bedtime.  Once I got started, I didn't want to stop for fear I would lose my momentum.  And my fingers danced across my keyboard to patter out a little story about sarcasm and ink.  I ran through a couple rounds of edits as soon as I finished and submitted it.

     Somehow, writing-editing-finishing-and-submitting a short story gave me hope again that I will be able to write, edit, and finish my Snow White story, too.  I CAN do this.  Even if my little story doesn't win Savannah's contest, it was worth it.  It's funny how much these contests help me.

     And, I'll be checking back on her blog at the end of this month to see if I won.  :D :D :D Such an exciting thought!