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Blog Prompt for May 2017

I will be posting regular blog prompts for those who enjoy writing but find it difficult to come up with something to write about for their blog.

I haven’t decided to do this weekly or monthly, so for now, it will be monthly and we will see how many participate, how this idea is received.

MayPrompt 2017

My answer:

For myself, my choice of drink depends on when I’m writing. If in the morning or through the day, I drink coffee with sugar-free Hazelnut creamer.

If at night, I sip a mix of Rum, diet seven up, with a splash of V8 splash juice added. It tastes like punch…but has a punch. Get it? I call it- Splish Splash.

I write better at night, with alcohol, because it quiets the inner editor and the muse delights in having a party.

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Writing Prompts

I decided it would be fun to start adding not only prompts I discover online, but to share my own experiences with them.

The prompt we had the other day was as follows;

“You discover you are a character of a book, and you meet the author who wrote your story. Write that scene.”

I found this very cathartic:


“So it’s your fault.” I stated, glaring in low simmering temper. The woman raised brows, motioned for me to take the empty seat across from her desk, strewn with my life. “You are the one who wrote my story?”

The author nodded, steepling fingers as if preparing for a therapy session. “I felt it time we talked, to better understand one another.”­­­

I remained standing, taking note of the disjointed items before her. There was no order to my life, as if events laid about like forgotten playthings. A stuffed dog lay against a pile of childhood memories, some faded and tattered, barely recognizable. My childhood home, my father’s old Officer uniform hat, jumbled into the pile or what could only be described as fragmented things.

“Why?” I asked with authority. I was no longer a child.

Brows lifted again. “Why?” She echoed, lines etched her pursed mouth and eyes that squinted back at me. She appeared more like a writer of mystery than the Dark Comedy. “Why did I write your story?”

“Yes, why is it like the way it is?” I noted my parent’s divorce, our moving to Maryland, away from friends and family. I saw childhood friends too faded to even remember how we played as children. I fought the urge to fling the items from her desk.

The author shrugged. “Why does an author write any story?”

“My story sucks-“

“Does it?”

Temper rankled. “You could’ve written me to have more money.”

“Yes, I suppose I could.”

“And to let things work out when I try to do things.”

“So you are not happy with your life?” The tone was more statement than query but enough to merit a response.

“I…” My voice faded as I noted a photo of my husband and son together, full of smiles. “Well, not… exactly.” I also saw the pile of friends and colleagues met through the years, some of which weathered with use. Faces smiled. “I just want something more of a career.”

“That is why I asked you to come here.” She touched an unfinished manuscript, marked red with editing and overthinking. It sat atop short stories, poems, sketches, post it notes. All unfinished. “It is about this.”

“My writing.” Whatever anger smothered under her reprimanding tone.

“I’ve given you people to encourage you to finish this, as well as time-“

“But not focus. I don’t have much focus-“ I countered.

Her chin dipped in reproach. “That wasn’t me, and you know it.” She turned to the boxes overflowing with ideas and projects. “We need to do something about this. It is getting out of hand. Every time I write, you’re off on another idea, or wasting time.”

I shifted uneasily. I had no answer.

“I realize you are creative, but until you focus and finish…well, I can’t move your plot forward.”

I sat staring at the pile, watching three more items poof in existence on top of it. The author sighed, pushing them off. “Really, this is getting ridiculous. I’m sure you can find time to clean this all up, and to finish what is important.”

“Even if I do, it doesn’t mean I’ll succeed.” Temper bubbled again.

“And you think that is what this is all about? Money?”

“I have to live on something!”

“And until you get this out, until you can focus on just one or two things, you won’t find any success.” She peered into my soul, unrelenting and firm. “And no, it’s not about money. Success is so much more than that. This is what you’ve set as a goal, for yourself. So do it. No more excuses.”

“Then write me some focus!”

She shook her head, pushing the pile of unfinished stories. “What do you think your main conflict in your story is about, anyway? We call that Deus Ex Machina in the business. You don’t want some cheap plot device, do you?”

“Winning the lottery would be nice.” I retorted. But she was right. Having the author just write a solution would be cheating.

“You can do this.” She stated firmly. “You have readers waiting for you to finish.”

I nodded. “Fine, I will try.”

The author smiled, grabbing up a small Yoda figure from the pile of memories. “Do, or do not, there is no try.”


What was a prompt, ended up being a revelation for me. Try it yourself. Write the scene of the author of your story.

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My Top 2014 Blog Posts

  These got the most hits and interest in 2014. With the coming year, I hope to provide better posting, more frequent, and tons more resources.

Getting fanfics published

Home page / Archives

Stereotypes of writers

A Writer’s Strengths and Weaknesses

John Green- 42 Idioms

Elements of description writing

Handy writing tips I found on the web

Writer’s Prompt: Music to inspire

Tips from a writer in Sims 3

A book by its cover

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What inspires me…

inspireLast writer’s meetup, our topic covered ‘What Inspires You’. This led to a lovely discussion of sharing what inspired us to write, as well as where we got ideas for our stories. I felt it would make a nice share for a post today.

I can’t remember when I started writing. Stories always seemed to be in my head, and I remember in school writing page after page of stories. (when I should’ve been doing schoolwork) Unfortunately, they were more ‘a-day-in-a-life’ of a character and rather boring. I enjoyed writing, anyway. It was a lovely escape (and reading Sci-fi and fantasy as well) from the mundane life I led.

As I got older, I started writing in fanfiction and got my first taste of feedback. People liked what I wrote, enjoyed the characters I created. I began to consider if I could write original stories people would also enjoy.

I wanted to join a writer’s group, but in this area the only writer’s group was published authors only. I didn’t feel that was very fair, or one that could fulfill my needs, so I created my own writers group. It started small with one or two at a meeting, grew to six to eight, now I see 12 or more regularly.

We would talk about writing, share our work, and I found more people liked what I offered.

I can’t say a specific author inspired me, but the genres of Fantasy and Sci-fi spurred me on. Video games sparks ideas, but also random idea where I let my curiosity wonder.

Into the Shade bubbled up from the mythos of the Veil. In the pagan beliefs, the world of Spirits and the undead are beyond the Veil. It’s said that dreams also reside there, just on the edge. I wondered if Science somehow broke into that, if your average person gets caught in that space, what would happen?

In the Western Maryland Writers Anthology: 2013 (Western Maryland Writers Meetup Anthology 2013) (Volume 1) , my poem, A Token of His Love, was inspired by my sister’s abuse of her ex-husband, as well as the number of women I’ve met over the years who endure abuse from their significant others.

In Horror Anthology: Western Maryland Writers Meetup 2014 (Volume 2), I submitted a short story, Fireflies. This is not your typical vampire story. I found inspiration when I read about this species of firefly known as Photorus, which gives a bioluminescent signal to males of other species. Instead of mating, they eat them.

I find inspiration in odd places;

  • Taking my dog for a walk lets my mind wander a bit, and I find my thoughts mulling over characters, plots, and mythologies, and how to make new stories from them.
  • Meeting interesting people. People have tons of stories, and I often wonder about tweaking stories to add more drama, conflict, or weirdness to flesh out a story.
  • Having weird things happen. These would be those moments of serendipity, or even stupidity. For instance, once I didn’t fix a headlight. Eventually, the other headlight blew out, and I rolled my car home at 10-15 mph in the dark, late at night. All sorts of thoughts sprang to mind of serial killers or monster ‘getting me’.
  • Dreams inspire me. I’ve used dream characters in stories, or places I’ve been in my dreams.
  • Prompts from photos, questions, and other things found on the Internet. I keep a board dedicated to Writer Prompts on Pinterest.
    What inspires you? Where do you get your ideas?Post in comments below

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