I Formally Challenge Thee...

The Gentleman has issued a challenge...

"I would like you writers to pick your favorite love song and then build a story around it where one lover has to sing it to the other. Some examples, they are at a karaoke bar, a singing contest or just in their bedroom."

I am going to enter. I started a story for it, written with pen and paper and am having a little trouble with the ending...I have to believe it will come to me with like the song did.

I feel pretty good about this. I am not sure it is a good story, but I am pretty happy that I took control of my muse to write it. Yay me!

Frankenstein, I Presume.

My best friend is right. I love writing. She said she has never seen me as happy and excited about anything, as I am about writing. What do I do? I go find some writing websites, join the community and get help with my writing, because, although I love it, I am not very good. They are wonderful people! They help me...a lot!

But it seems this is an obsession best shared. So I encouraged someone to join the site and write some stories. They keep telling me about a novel that they want to write. I am encouraging. I say why not start off with some short pieces, just to get in the groove, post them on the site and get some feed back. I watch carefully...the wheels are turning. Then, like gold has been struck, EUREKA!! They have a short story idea. Why don't you write down some notes on it, ideas, feelings things like that, I suggest. Type 'em up before you forget. Evidently that is a great idea. Off they run! Next thing I hear is giggling and fingers on a laptop. *shakes head* I've created a monster. The rest of the night, they had that same glazed over look that I get when I am working out an idea. *sigh*

I grumble, but deep down I am welling with pride. Did you used to watch The X-Files? At the end of the credits, a little boy's voice says, "I MADE THIS!" I love that! Might be my favourite part of the show. Anyway that is how I feel about said friend. I just may be lonely for a while...

And you know what? That's alright by me! *beaming with pride*





On a different topic, I had a nightmare that made me wake up yelling. That hardly ever happens. People wonder why I don't watch or read horror, well, this is why. I have TERRIBLE nightmares. I actually suffer from a few reoccurring ones, but I won't go into it. I was thinking, this dream would make a good story. The dream was about a haunted house and possessed furniture. The only thing that would have made it worse is if there were creepy kids in the house. The problem is, just like I don't read romance, I write it. I don't read or watch horror but now I want to tell that story. I am just not sure how to go about it. I may ask for some help from my writing buddy Descent (nathan carter) he does twisted really well. And yes, that is a complement.

And thank you to Descent for providing me with the pictures for this post. How talented is he? Bastard. Some people get all the luck. I hate with love... *snicker*

Today

I told you I knew I'd find my treasure. Well almost. An idea came to me while I was lying in bed waiting for a storm to roll through. I haven't written it yet, it is not done perculating but when it's ready, I will. If I force it, I am afraid it will turn out like Strangers, which sucked. Let's see...I think that's all I have to say.

Tell Tale Heart

I'm in a strange place. I want to write, but I don't know what to write. I know what some of you want me to work on. My heart isn't in it today, for any of them. It's odd. I can feel my heart beating, even hear it, but I can't find it. I'm maneuvering through darkened corridors and port holes listening carefully to it's steady mummer. I'm not afraid or panicked, this isn't a monster movie moment. More of a searching moment. I think there is more, like it will be a treasure my heart has gathered for me when I find it, but it's not ready to be found yet.

Nothing New

I haven't written anything myself so I thought I would plug a couple more people.


Check out Rick

and

Descent (nathancarter)

ExMuse Me?

I haven't been doing much writing. My muse is avoiding my emotional turmoil. Can't say as I blame her. I would avoid it too. But, you know her, she's cowering somewhere. To pass the time, I have been spending time in a writers chat room. Looking for inspiration, help, encouragement, anything, and finding it!

I have been talking with some people and I had a very interesting conversation with someone called Wolffe. We were discussing our muses. I told him about my delicate one and he said he had chosen a dark muse. He also said he felt we had many muses. I thought about it and said that is probably true. In fact, I do have a dark muse myself. My dark muse I don't let out much. She scares people. People look at me like I need help or like I need to be committed or medicated or something. I let her out and she has seductive, dark things to say. I don't let her out because she is too good, and manipulative and easy to let stay. She is not good for me.

I also learned, while my characters are in control of the story, Wolffe let me know I am in control of my muse(s), and I need to learn how to manage them. I am learning how to do that. I let my Dark Muse out, and this is what she had to say.

Atrum Cella , Atrum Vita

If you would like to read some of Wolffe's work, just click on his name. He is very good.

...And We Have a Winner..."Meeting"

Thanks to:

The B Word Poet
and
TALENT DRIPS EROTIC PUBLISHINGS

Read Meeting Ch. 1 Here
and Meeting Ch. 2 Here