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I'm a traditionally and self published author. I write in the genre of children and YA at the moment but working my way up to adults. I'm a sports loving, photo taking gal who loves to sing/dance to my own enjoyment. I love to laugh even at myself. I am also owned by 8 birds and 2 hamsters, and yes they know it. :)
Writing Advice

What You Know

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When I started writing, a common piece of advice I heard was “Write about what you know”.  With me being me, I always thought that sounded like a cliche.  It couldn’t be that simple. I mean writing was an art form that took time and patience as well as skill.  I embarked on writing my first book based on my parrot, Jasper.  It seemed to flow in my mind and on paper.  Once it was completed I placed it aside and started on other projects which were mostly short stories. It seemed at that point what worked for me was writing prompts that would give me a good start on a nice story.  But, in my readings I kept coming across that bit of advice I had heard from the beginning- write on what you know.  Yeah it took a while, but I decided to try that.

The squirrels in my back yard and I have a love and hate relationship. In other words, we tolerate each other  All I had in front of me was this one idea.  Then I started to list all the reasons why these furry critters from hell bothered me so. Soon enough a story started to form.  What I ended up with was a 10 page handwritten story. Funny though the story is constantly being revise to add more reasons.  Hmm, since this worked so well I thought to try it again. 

What happened next was a 20 page handwritten story about my tooth that was giving me fits.  I eventually named the tooth Hank and wrote the story from his point of view.

It finally dawned on me: one doesn’t need to know a volume of information on a particular topic. All one needed was an idea. One sentence, and knowing about that sentence, can blossom into stories that have made my friends laugh.  This revelation opened my eyes up to a world of stories that I did not know I possessed.

Writing on what you know is such a simple concept. Yet, so many writers tend to gloss over when hearing that phrase just like I did. If we just sit down and take a few minutes, the ideas will flow off the page.

To date, that has been the best writing advice I have ever received.  When people ask me where do I get my ideas I give them this advice.  Stop what you are doing and just look around.  Think on what you know, think on what you like or what you don’t like. Think from different POVs.  Going from third to first will completely change a story, the same story you know something about.

Nothing is ever easy. However this advice is.

Write on what you know. It is that simple.

WritingPrompt

Sensory Exercise

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This was an exercise from my creative writing class. Object was to write a short piece on a line our instructor had given us without using the line.

The assignment was to be half a page long.

Can you guess what the line is?/How did I do?

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Betty slowly unlocked the  back door.  She had to be quiet for her curfew was 11pm and it was now 2am. As she started to cross the kitchen her foot bumped into the corner chair, causing it to fall and making a loud resonating sound.  ” Is that you Betty?” yelled her mother from the other room.  “Yes mama” she answered.  Before she could come up with a plausible excuse her mom Sally walked in.  Betty saw Sally raise her hand up high.  “Please mama I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” Betty had barely finished when she felt a stinging sensation on her face.  It had happened so fast she wasn’t sure it had even occurred. The throbbing pain made Betty aware it had.  Looking in the mirror on the wall next to her, Betty saw a dark red blotch on her face. It had the outline of her mother’s hand on it.  This was the first time Betty had ever experienced this.  Looking at her daughter Sally just glared.  “I told you if you were late one more time there would be consequences.  Let this be the last time this happens.” “Yes mama” Betty mumbled.