Forever Starts Now – Sunday Photo Fiction 11/27/16

The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.

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Tom didn’t want to believe it was true, but here he stood outside the train station in Lisbon, Portugal all alone. When they met on the isolated beach in Bermuda it had all seemed a dream. She was gorgeous with her long slender legs, a bikini body any man would dream for and a face of an angel. He never had believed in love whether at first sight or ever until that very second. Merita Carbones had mesmerized him, pulling him deep into her heart.

The plan was to meet here, now after she returned to Spain to tell Hernando she wanted him no more. Tom checked his watch to make sure he had not computed the time difference from home incorrectly. He scanned the train platform as worry filled his chest. Where was she?

Merita clutched a small bag with a few of her belongings while she hustled down the steps. She missed the early train, but there was time to catch the later one. Tom would wait, she knew that.

She stopped on the last step when Hernando cleared his throat.

“You promised me forever. Forever starts now!”

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Carrot Ranch Flash – 11/17/16

Today I celebrate crossing 39,600 words of the 50,000 word target for NaNoWriMo. I have made connections with so many writers with all kinds of writing and publishing experience to share. I am so excited about taking the WIP I have worked on this month forward to pitch it to an agent and ultimately a publisher. In the meantime I will find another 99 words to fit the picture that follows:

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“The last dry log,” Perkins declared, placing the piece of wood on the dimming fire.

“There is no more?” Alice questioned.

“None,” Perkins confirmed.

The six remaining survivors of Flight 169 shivered in the ever increasing snowstorm. Thin airline blankets were no match for single degree temperatures on Mount Raymond.

“We’re going to die,” Mandy said.

“Don’t say that!” Eric said pulling her closer.

“Why don’t they come for us?” Jerry asked.

“They don’t know where we are!” Kelly answered.

The wind howled as the conversation stopped while everyone watched the fire begin to consume the last dry log.

She Wants, He Wants – Carrot Ranch Weekly – 11/9/16

This is another brief respite from the NaNoWriMo wars! As of this writing I am just north of 28,000 words of my 50,000 word target. The action has passed the first climax as I work on a Three Act model with everything falling in place toward the final conflict resolution. But I wanted to circle back for this week’s Carrot Ranch prompt. What’s 99 words between friends?

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Jenny sat with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She only plied her arms apart long enough to keep the evenly flowing tears wiped away so she could see Aaron’s expression as she talked. She was silent now after almost a half hour of presenting her case of how much she wanted to be Aaron’s only love.

He sat on an opposite couch with his lips tight for what seemed like an eternity to Jenny. She waited for the words her heart knew were coming.

“Thing is Jenny, I don’t want that with you. You’re not my person!”

 

Monkeys Can Fly – Carrot Ranch Weekly 11-2-16

I am back for the second time to answer Charli Mills Carrot Ranch Communication Challenge. This week our lead in involves the concept of flying monkeys. Enjoy!

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The Yankee fan sat at the bar waxing philosophic about his championship rich franchise.

“My Yankees could win every year if Steinbrenner was still there!”

“That’s bull,” The Red Sox fan replied. “Even Epstein ran out of magic! He was so bad he had to go to stinking Chicago! The Cubs will be World Series Champions the same day a monkey starts flying!

The bartender turned up the sound on the television as he listened to the  men and grinned as he realized his bet of the Cubbies winning Game 7 in extra innings was about to pay off.

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Six Things I Have Learned About Twitter During #NANOWRIMO

34f62-6a00e55098fdaf88330133f52be863970b-320wiIf you are an aspiring novelist you already know what National Novel Writing Month or #NANOWRIMO is. It is a harrowing thirty day adventure where you try to craft a novel of 50,ooo words. Write a complete novel in a month? Who came up with such madness? No doubt it was a writer. Only people such as us can dream up such utter madness!

But here I am, drinking the Kool-Aid for a second straight year. I will be quick to admit that NaNoWriMo ate my lunch last year, as my first attempt ran out of gas at 29,000 odd words. But I learned a lot from the experience and armed with a solid outline I am back for more. I have also picked up some knowledge I want to impart in this blog post. Here are six things I have learned through Twitter.

  1. People want to share their ups and downs with others who will commiserate or celebrate. Let’s face it, if you don’t do this thing called novel writing you cannot hope to understand the strain it puts on a writer. You see we go into bookstores all the time and dream of seeing our name on the front of a book in that shelf. To get to that point however means a lot of days where our success is either invigorating or lack thereof is energy-sucking.
  2. Some people have more time to write than others and trying to keep pace with them is foolish! I read several Twitter posts each day and I knew within a few days I would begin to see fellow novelists boast of being half-way or futher in their 50K journey. But today, on November 4th, I saw someone celebrating their “win”. For those of you not in the madness a “win” is crossing the 50,000 word threshold. I said “SERIOUSLY”, what do you do for a living. many of us have full time jobs and cannot devote the kind of time it would take to write 50,000 words in 4 days.
  3. Being and encourager is desperately needed! As a Christian I have always tried to live within the bounds of something I know as the J.O.Y. Principle, which is explained as Jesus First, Others Second and Yourself Last. So I try my best to read through some Twitter posts, find one with a post that reflects the need for encouragement and have at it. I even began using this hashtag: #Encourageawriter. I hope I can enlist a legion of others to help me make it trend between now and the end of NaNoWriMo2016.
  4. There is no end to the NaNo Tips Posts. Thanks to all of you who are trying to help those of us still cutting our teeth in the business, but who has time to read all these and reach our desired daily word goal? Yes, I realize I am joining this group, but I wanted to share some insight for those interested in the topic but not doing the dance.
  5. Too many people sabotage themselves by trying to get it perfect the first time through. The idea is to get the first 50,000 words assembled within the 30 days of the month of November. No, they may not be part of the final 80,000 or so words when you submit to a publisher, but it is much easier to submit a finished work if you get it started. Editing comes later, not while you are in the midst of NaNoWriMo.So what if you claim the win on November 30th and find yourself on December 15th with a 41,000 word revised manuscript? At least you have created something!
  6. There are so many great writers out there! Everyone I have encountered both last year and this year are just like me, only wanting to enjoy the thrill of a publisher asking to publish our creation. Oh how we will celebrate that day! I am trying to collect a few friends to share my celebration with and who will want to celebrate their success with me.

I am sure there are more Twitter discoveries I will collect during this adventure, but for now this is what I will share. If you want to help me encourage use the hashtag I mentioned above. You may get a nice 140 character thank you note!

 

 

 

 

 

 

APCO – Affirmative, Positive, Caring and On My Way – FriFic 11-4-16

FriFic time again. Enjoy!

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Steven stared at the vintage signs. His eyes flicked back and forth as he thought about  Cammie’s text. “If yes look behind the Apco sign. If no look behind the Gulf sign.” He climbed out of the car and searched all over for the Gulf sign, but couldn’t find it. He shook his head as he brought up the text again and re-read it to make sure he was understanding.

Then he smiled. He understood her meaning. She only wanted the answer to be yes. He went to the Apco sign and pulled out a paper with her new address.

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