I’m just going to leave this here.
It’s been over two years since my last WPC?! Eek! That’s not good.
I’ve been inspired by a number of the images I’ve shared, so I really have to take responsibility for my inaction. A resounding theme in my life lately. Well, some of that can be blamed on “things outside of my control”.
When I started the prompt series, it was in an effort to build a community, so I’d be thrilled if you’d like to take part. Should you find a writing prompt here – there are a few off to the side or you can use the search bar – that inspires you, tag me and please allow me to share your work. Let’s build a positive writing community together!
I use the prompts as an opportunity to create a space for free writing, something I rarely find myself capable of in my professional writing. These are short, usually around 200 words, with little forethought or editing. Here is my submission for this week’s challenge:
The hallway was dark. Hannah, barefooted, tip toed toward the daylight that awaited her at the other end. She ran one hand along the wall to feel the old, rough stone bricks while her gown swished at her feet as pace hastened.
Without knowing why, her heart swelled at the thought of what lay beyond.
The hallway had brought her to the rear of an English manor nestled in the country. Stairs led down to a well-kept garden and a sweet surprise she dared not believe. Cautious that the leaves would be sure to give away her presence, she took careful steps until she could nearly reach out and touch him.
Evan turned simultaneously and captured her in his warm embrace. His exhale of relief at holding her in his arms caused his arms to tighten.
Hannah couldn’t recall how she had come to arrive here, or why her heart recognized the man who held her when her mind didn’t, but at the moment, it didn’t matter. She felt like she had just found home.
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As I mentioned in the prompt’s post, this image reminded me of my screenplay, 217. It’s a story about how Hannah finds Evan in the in-between moments of a near death experience. And now I’m going to go write! Or should I say, rewrite.
I look forward to reading your creations! Happy Writing!
In preparation for our move, I’ve gone through nearly every piece of paper in my office, multiple versions of my scripts included. A thousand pages of repetitive screenplays with minor changes between them were just sitting on the shelf, taking up space, for no reason.
There’s an odd thing that happens to writers who reread their work years later…they often find themselves surprised that they wrote it.
I know my stories. I was there when they were conceived 😉 but sometimes you find yourself in awe of a golden nugget or two buried within them.
Rereading multiple versions of my screenplays all in one go reaffirmed my desire to continue writing them. All of my stories are in need of a rewrite. For a while now, I thought some of them were only in need of a polish, but on reflection, there are some major things I want to change. To every. single. one. An unfortunate side effect to gaining more experience and insight and developing my writing skills further. Oh gawd. I may be George Lucas.
So it was when I saw this image, which reminds me of one of my stories, that I found myself drawn to it, and wanting to explore it. So I wrote something (yay!) and hope you will join me in this week’s Writing Prompt Challenge.
If you find yourself inspired, don’t forget to share!
I finished reading a published novel yesterday written by a NYT bestselling author that, in all honesty, sort of pissed me off in its poorly written mediocrity. While I’ve struggled to write, not only because of the state of things, but also because The Sis and I are planning a move (which has been temporarily put on hold due to the state of things), one of the positives to come out of reading such a thing is the inspiration it instilled in me to get back to writing my own stories.
I have felt tired lately. Without something to be excited about, i.e. my writing, I don’t feel a sense of purpose, hence the boredom equates to fatigue. The Sis even mentioned it, so it’s noticeable.
So join me in finding some joy today! Let’s create something that stirs the imagination and reminds us what we’re passionate about!
Writing Prompt Wednesdays are back!
Yes, I know.
Given my Quote of the Week yesterday, this prompt seemed a bit apropos, if not oddly humorous. Oh, is it just me?!
If you’re new here, the prompts are meant to inspire and engage. If you find inspiration, please be sure to share or tag so we can all enjoy!
It’s been a rough few months, and for those of us in the US, there doesn’t really seem to be any relief in sight. At least not for the next 42 days.
There’s a lot to be said. There’s a lot to be done. Let’s use our voices. Let’s work together.
Hi everyone! It’s been a while.
I hope you and your loved ones are well.
I have started a number of posts over the last month and have deleted each one. I haven’t had anything to say because sharing quotes about following your dreams, or tips about writing, or what I’ve watched all seem rather trite given the circumstances.
I give my fellow bloggers props for being able to continue in light of everything.
But then I thought, at some point, we’ll get past this pandemic and some sort of new normal will begin, and so I should probably come out of the shadows. Staying positive during these strange times has been a running theme from a lot of what I’ve seen, and the creative, funny, inspiring sides of humanity have prevailed, mostly – there is always, of course, a flip side – but I like to be positive too.
Sometimes that’s difficult.
I have long struggled with my writing. Blogging too, obviously. While my writing should be an escape from the real world, and it’s what I want to do in life, there are too many times when my writing has taken a back seat. I have discovered that I often feel guilty for wanting to write when there are other pressing matters, like planning a move out of state (or abroad) or starting an Etsy shop to alleviate some our burden and aid in the move.
For the last few months I couldn’t turn my mind to writing as it felt like a reward I didn’t deserve.
I willingly quit my job late last year. I was deeply dissatisfied, and because our move was to take place only a couple of months later, I didn’t seek out another one. My plan was to organize the house, sell or donate what I could, and get us ready for the next move. I think not having a job, made me feel like I needed to overcompensate in the other areas of my life so that I didn’t seem like I was taking advantage of the situation. For the first couple of months, I didn’t even take a “day off”.
Then the virus happened.
Not much happened to me, personally, to change my day to day but because I was already in this particular mindset, the extra time so many people were given started a trend that I found sort of infuriating. You may have seen them, they said things like this:
If you don’t find the time to write now, you’re not really a writer.
People are already struggling enough with a myriad of issues, and then to throw this into the mix, to make one feel defeated…argh. Thankfully, wiser people countered with responses like the “boat” analogy.
We are sailing in the same storm, but not in the same boat.
*If you’d like to read the whole thing, let me know and I’ll post it in the comments.
Eventually, with the move decided upon, the Etsy shop open, and enough organizational projects completed, I finally felt like I had “permission” to write.
Permission to create…permission to follow my dream…sigh. And I have. Not everyday, but more than I have in months.
And it’s not like I wasn’t thinking about writing all this time. I’ve been reading, watching the MasterClass series, I’ve been keeping my journal, and I’ve had story ideas. So while the physical act of writing may not be happening consistently, the other aspects of a writer’s life are, and with that understanding, I’ve stopped being so hard on myself.
Do you know how hard it is to ignore that nagging “you should be writing” feeling?! You can only do it for so long before it drives you mad.
Writers are so hard on themselves.
When I came to this realization, I figured there may be others who feel the same way, and maybe need to hear this too.
Hi! You’re not alone!
So whether you’re writing everyday, or just thinking about it, cut yourself a little slack. As writers, we’ve already chosen a lonely, difficult path, and we have to remember to be kind to ourselves. There are plenty of other people, always at the ready, to knock us down. Ourselves included. Compound this with a global pandemic, and the need for some positivity, something I enjoy, is needed more than ever!
So here’s one of my Quote Mondays from the past.
If you need support, in any way, please let me know and let’s stick together!
Wednesdays are for Writing Prompts.
Since discovering this image, I’ve had a story brewing.
Are you inspired? Are you up for the challenge?
I joined the site Medium last year after coming across a number of articles linked to it. It’s free to use if you only read about 3 articles a month. I was finding so many that I had a back log of nearly 75 saved articles. Knowing I would never have a chance to read them all at that rate, I joined.
Feeling at a crossroads with a big-number-impending-birthday (yes, it’s that time of year again), I was looking at articles related to self-help, following your passion, goal setting, keeping momentum and focus, etc. and I read a number of articles about journaling. Growing up, I had friends who kept diaries. I was not one of them. It’s just never worked for me to remain consistent, but after seeing how people were discovering things about themselves through this process, I decided to give it a try.
A real try.
I started mid-December and wrote everyday, almost, for a month. I decided not to review anything I had written during that time, to see what would repeat. I wanted to learn if there were areas in my life that were seeking attention and needed it. Then we took a mini break to California, so nothing happened for about a week. When we returned home, I decided to look back on what I had written to look for patterns. Here’s what I discovered about myself.
- My writing is important to me and I have a lot of things I want to accomplish. When I quit my job at the end of November, a panic set in about our next steps. Were we ready to move overseas? How could we do it? Where would we live? What about our pups? What about all our stuff? I created an Etsy store after weeks of research and narrowed down our possible move, but all of it was so consuming I couldn’t write. But being away from it for a couple of months gives me anxiety as well, so it was enlightening to learn how important it is to my life.
- This lead to a new idea. I want to obtain my Master’s Degree. In my research for the move, a student visa was one easy way in. I started looking at schools with film and screenwriting programs, and I got excited at the prospect. I wasn’t a great student the first time around but I enjoy learning new things now, so I’m interested in pursuing this further.
- But one thing that did keep coming up was my lack of focus or motivation. I go on binges and then lose steam. I know this has been an issue, but finding it written down, repeatedly, made it more relevant. At this point in my life, I either need to do it or move on. This half-assing nonsense must come to an end.
- I need therapy. I had a turbulent childhood – an alcoholic abusive step-father, for one. While on our mini break, we watched old home movies and I realized that my faulty memory is most likely due to self-preservation. There are enormous chunks of my childhood and even teen years that are complete blanks. Watching myself on the videos was like watching someone else. There is nearly no connection to anything we watched. That was a startling discovery.
- I want to buy a home. The Sis and I have been renting for about 13 years now and I’m tired of it. For a couple of years now, maybe it’s because I’m in my 40s, I’ve wanted to “settle down”. I want to paint my walls and grow a garden. I want to pull up the crappy carpet and put in a farmhouse sink. I want to stop hoarding Amazon boxes like a doomsday-prepper and not feel like we’re always in limbo. It’s hard to start things if you’re always thinking about the next move. I haven’t bought things, like a dining room table because I don’t want to move it. Kitchen appliances are on hold because I don’t want to move it. A new dresser…because I don’t want to move it. This has been our life for a long time and I’m over it. Such a simple thing, and yet the tendrils associated with it are long reaching.
This is just in one month.
I’ve continued on in the same vein, I’m not reading what I’ve written this past month. With my 45th birthday just having passed, I felt like these weighty issues were becoming amplified at my own displeasure for not making more out of my life at this point. I was feeling a writer’s mid-life crisis looming, but because I’ve articulated so many things that have been bothering me through journaling, I have a better path laid out before me to make some changes.
A random discovery from such a simple act. Thank you to all those writers who shared the positive impact journaling can have on your life!
Do you journal? How has it helped you?
A fellow Bang2Write-r shared this quote today on Facebook and I was immediately struck by it. If you’re not familiar with Lucy V. Hay’s site, give it a look. She offers a lot of tips and insight for writers.
Sound advice. Happy Monday!