How does your writing grow?

How do you write?

In peace and quiet?

With lots of noise?

From kids and toys?

A minute here a minute there?

Or sit all day and merely stare?

Do your fingers type for hours on end?

Or peck out a word every now and then?

How do you write?

Me? I prefer peace and quiet. When doing dishes give me a Country Music song to get the job done, but as for writing, I need quiet to hear my characters speak. I wish I could write for hours on end, but my life is probably much like yours, so I write when I can. A line here and a line there.

Does the love of words inspire you?

Poetry is one of the most beautiful forms of writing, but as you can see, not my talent. I wish it were. However, words do inspire me. Whether a limerick, headline in a newspaper, spoken by a child or written in a good thriller, I love them all.

Words inspire me when appearing on a blank page, as if by magic, one letter at a time they form a sentence. The sentences soon become paragraphs and before long a story fills the page.

What else would you call it but magic?

Not the magic of secret spells or potions but of stories produced from thin air and plucked from my crowded mind.

The fun part is grasping the words and throwing them at the page. The hard part is rearranging them into an interesting work worthy of a reader’s time. So that’s my goal. To write something worth reading.

Thanks for listening to my rambles today. I need to find some order for all the words floating around in my gray matter. Sometimes a little rambling helps.

Talk to me.

Leave a comment about how you manage to capture words, producing your stories, finding inspiration and keeping the magic alive.

And The Winner IS…

Thanks to all who played along and made the build-up to All Hallows Eve so much fun. There were so many good entries, it was hard to pick.

Check out their websites.

First Place:

Goes to Sheila, for:

She laughed, tossed the horoscope into the trash and picked up the bowl of Halloween candy as the doorbell rang. The bowl crashed to the floor, “I sent a message,” the Grimm Reaper said.

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Runner up:

goes to Jez Farmer, for:

She rose from the basket as she arrived at her destination. Behind her the axe-man disposed of her decapitated body and wiped his sword ready for next traveler on the road to hell.

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Guys, you can copy and paste your badges to your website if you want.

Thanks again everyone and

Happy Halloween.

 

Write your best Horror in 2 Sentences and Win

On The Porch

The attack came out of nowhere. Fear strangled my scream as claws raked over my skin.

Now your turn!

My inspiration came from a great meeting with my fellow SWAG (Sachse-Wylie Authors Group) members last week. So, in my last post I linked to the original Two Sentence Horror Story thread hoping to inspire my readers.

Ruth Glover ran with it, click and read her Halloween 2 Sentence Stories.

I’ve decided to go a step further.

Write and win!

The Challenge!

Submit:

Submit, in comments, your best original Horror story in 2 sentences with a link back to your website.

Vote:

Vote on your favorite!

WIN:

A $10 Amazon gift card.

Rules:

  • Submit an Original  2 sentence horror story
  • Link to your website (that’s how I’ll contact winner) and
  • Vote on someone else’s story by comment.

Winner:

One writer with the best ORIGINAL  2 Sentence Horror Story will be selected by the votes received.

Myself excluded. Get writing – and submit.

Challenge ends.

5pm Central Time October 30th, when the spooks come out!

Need more inspiration? Check out…

Two Sentence Horror Story

Flash Fun-Trust Me

This week is the week for scary fun.

Trust Me

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, looking for a place to pull off the road. The gravel crunched under the car as they eased along a country road. He parked, and the engine sputtered falling silent.

“Sure no one can see us?” She shifted nervously looking out the window.

“I’m sure,” he smiled, glancing up at the moon, “unless a werewolf shows up, I think you’ll be fine.”

Before she could protest, he pressed his lips to hers. She melted against the pressure of his tight embrace. Her eyes grew wide when she felt the sharp prick against her neck.

She pulled away, “you said I’d be safe.”

“I’m not a werewolf.” He shrugged as blood dripped from his smiling lips.

Originally posted in May 2012 in response to a photo prompt challenge.

Need inspiration? Check out…

Two Sentence Horror Story

Ten Quote Tuesday

Halloween prompt What’s your story?