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The Flow of Creation
Peace settles over me in the most soothing way when I venture into the Blue Ridge mountains. The trek up here always ignites a fire in me (and my accelerator). I love riding the curving mountain roads, and these days my GPS provides a new perspective, disclosing the upcoming hairpin turns. What fun!
Once I'm here, I relax and sink into the green mountains and fresh tree-oxidized air. Everything feels new and fresh and familiar and old at once.
From this place, I write, finding that the words flow with little effort. So each year, I agree to the excursion and pack my writing materials, good books for inspiration, and a plan to write.
Some of my best material began in these mountains, ideas that unroll like they spill down the side of a mountain and into my innermost creative thoughts. I would stay here longer if I could, but reality claims me and soon I must go.
Until then, I will write and breathe and live the joy of creation.
Where do you escape to write? What places inspire you or give you the fresh perspective that completes you?
In my last post, Character Development: the Johari Window , I introduced the Johari Window as a tool for developing your characters. It's important that your character not know everything about their situation. These unknowns can lead to an intriguing story and create possibilities for conflict within the story. How do you use the Johari Window? In this post, I thought I'd provide a simple example of the Johari Window with a character most people know: Harry Potter. Below, I have filled out the Johari Window as it might appear within the first few pages of book 1, Harry Potter and The Sorceror's Stone . The Johari Window based on Harry Potter and The Sorceror's Stone Three of the quadrants in this window reveal what Harry doesn't know about who he truly is and what happened to his parents. I could add a lot to the quadrants representing what he doesn't know, but I hope this gives you an idea on how a Johari Window might be used. What do you d
For those of you looking for my post on National Buy A Book Day, scroll down below this post (after you read it). In this post, I'm responding to the first challenge in the Platform Building Campaign. Here are the guidelines followed by my story: Write a short story/ flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open” These four words will be included in the word count. If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: "the door swung shut." (also included in the word count) Absence The door swung open, creaking on unused hinges. Rachel leaned forward and studied the man slumped in the chair across the room. “Sam?” Her voice croaked. She swallowed and tried again, a little louder. “Sam?” The balding, elderly man jerked awake, snorting. She giggled at the memory of the sound. H
Welcome to my first installment in The Rule of 3 Blogfest . This week's story line responds to the following writing prompt: There is an argument I hope you enjoy it. You can view a trailer about the fictional town of Renaissance here . The Return of Raker Raker lumbered through the meandering passages of the Kastanes, staying clear of Heriot’s Pass. Even in dragon form, he knew to avoid the hangout of the rebellious youth from the village of Renaissance. Smoke curled from his large nostrils as he snorted over his old world language. Village. Of course, Renaissance deserved the label, but no matter how hard he tried, he spoke in those ancient words while in dragon form. His purple scales scraped along the tight walls, and the great beast paused to rub back and forth along an outcropping, a low rumble of pleasure rolling up his throat. He paused mid-scratch, lifting his snout. The scent of lilies tickled his nose. With a thunderous bellow, he rushed forward. “How did you fi