I've done the scary deed and for the very first time outside of this blog, I have submitted my work for public review to Clever Fiction and the story I sent them is Night Lights which is a thousand-word short story using the prompts rain, sailboat and shame. If they accept it, it will be on their website within the next day or so.
- The Challenge (beachwalkermari.blogspot.com)
New moons are always a great time to start new projects and new intentions. Today I am setting my intention to RE-CREATION, a time to do the things that make sense for my boy and me. It’s time to set boundaries with what I can do, and what I want to do with people, places and things.
- I will make my life, a work of art!
- I will set boundaries!
- I will set aside time to write!
- I will re-invent the work I do and increase its value!
- I will not be shy in placing a high value on my work!
- I will claim what is mine!
- I will create a place to be!
- I will value what the God’s universe has to show me!
A thousand-word short story using the prompts rain, sailboat and shame.
“We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face... we must do that which we think we cannot.”I am challenging myself to write something each day, either a creative story telling of some form or a creative business communications piece. Today, I was rather prolific having written two website copy items for a friend who is building her Sweetgrass Basketry business in South Carolina and a crafted lead generation letter for a friend who is a Business Development Specialist in Massachusetts. Working virtually is wonderful affording me the ability to chat with people across the country.
~~~ Eleanor Roosevelt
Tomorrow I plan to work on a thousand-word short story using the prompts rain, sailboat and shame. I stumbled upon a website that called for submission of a short story using those three prompts. I have not actually decided if I will submit it to the website, I am more interested in knowing if I can create something, with which I can build my confidence as a fiction writer. Wish me luck!
I think it can really be as simple as that, as simple as centering on the good in each person. Well, maybe it’s easier when life is not so confounded. Our world is getting smaller and smaller, technology has opened so many avenues to connect. We are tweeting, emailing, face booking, blogging, sometimes while doing five other things, never fully present in one task, worried about the next thing, our jobs, our finances. We forget to connect with other people in the simple ways, a call to hear someone's voice, sitting down to write a friendly note, a visit to a neighbor, a touch, a smile, a human connection.
Technology can’t give us the human connection. The Walton’s had the human connection, each ready and able to be there for each other in a simpler way, a more connected way. Every episode was chuck full of relationship deepening, to take a phrase from the business world. Only relationship deepening in the business world is widely accepted as building on an existing opportunity to sell multiple products. I’m thinking relationship deepening among humans is all about taking the time to learn and enjoy a person by centering on the good. Wouldn’t you want to share with family, friends, neighbors and colleagues and clients in a more connected, centered and simpler way?
Technology doesn’t give us a warm fuzzy feeling but picking up the phone and hearing a friends voice does. How do you feel when you find a handwritten letter in your mailbox? I love the anticipation a handwritten note holds, the moments between taking it from the mail to the moment you sit down and slide the flap open, checking every detail of the envelope. When was the last time you stopped by your neighbors house to say hello? Sharing a moment together builds a remembered bond and don’t we all want to be remembered. Simpler times, simpler ideas help us to slow down and be human.
Stop now and center on the simple good in someone and see how it feels!
She spent so much time thinking about what she wanted to write and when it spilled out of her brain, it was just a few paragraphs that took less than 20 minutes to type into her blog. Then she was blank. She didn’t know how to conjure the story, to make it real, to make it interesting. Maybe the ladies night out would do her some good. She had already told Vera she would meet her at the restaurant, she didn’t want to ride with anyone in case the night turned out to be a waste, she could beg off early and head home. She had already decided it was going to be a two martini night.
She parked her car on the street just a half block from the restaurant and as she got out of the car, her mobile phone sing. It was Vera. “Hey Vera, I just parked. Where are you?” There was a slight pause in the phone, then “We’re on our way, Dee-Dee called to say she was coming. I’m picking her up now, we should be there in ten.” “No problem” Sophie said, “I’ll find a spot at the bar, see ya’ in a minute.”
The shops were still open, owners hoping to get some business in the horrible economy. Sophie strolled, stopping to look in windows, passing right by the restaurant and continuing up the street. She hadn’t been in this waterside town in many years. Not since she left so long ago after she divorced. The stores were all different but for a few, the Country Store was still there and so was Brooks Brothers. She stopped and looked in the window of the Papryus store, surprized since she had only seen Papryus in malls. It was nice to be able to shop in a small town. She always liked small towns, remembering when she managed a shop in Westport a million years ago. It never ceased to amaze her how weird it felt to be back in NY and how awful. ‘Not for long’ she thought to herself, determined to pick up the pieces and head south or west again.
She strolled as far as the trestle, then turned to head back to the restaurant. She checked out the bar but there were no seats. The plan was, always is,to eat at the bar rather than get a table. She headed outside and spotted Vera and Dee-Dee coming. “No seats, we’re gonna’ have to stare some people down until they leave.” The three of them headed in and stood near the end of the bar where there was one empty stool. Luck was on their side and a couple was getting ready to leave. “Good evening Ladies, what can I get you” beamed the bartender. “Three Kettle One martini’s very dry, lots of olives” in unison.
All she could hear was him smacking his lips and sucking his teeth and the sound grew louder and louder in her head until she was just pulsing with this horrible noise. She wondered why this habit of his didn’t seem to bother other people. Then again, there weren’t other people often around and when they were, he was just as polite as could be. She knew better. His nasty little habits were constant and at times wondered if he weren’t doing them on purpose when she was nearby. She wished she could run from this hell hole of a house but the universe kept playing dirty tricks on her and she couldn't seem to make things work right.
Her job that she loved and was good at dried up in a minutes notice when a senior partner decided to pull out of the startup company for personal reasons taking the funding with them. One day, she was planning to move back to what she had come to think of as her soul’s home, the next she was calling the movers to re-route the truck to where she had relatives. She lost her job and her means of support for herself and her child. Since she was already scheduled to move in three days, the home she was living in was rented to another family. Sure, she got a pittance of child support but it was no more than just grocery money. She had made a decision long ago to stay far away from her ex who was too dangerous to bother with so she never tried to increase support. It wasn’t like he cared or tried to be a father but that was a story for another day, not something she was going to dredge up from the hidden spaces in her brain. Today, she was going to try something new, she was going to try to write.
She had toyed with the idea so many times and her friends told her she had a knack but she wasn’t sure if having a knack was good enough. She always wondered about authors and how they came up with stories. Were they just writing and writing until something started to appear or were they envisioning a beginning, a middle and an end? Did they know the title when they started? Well, she wasn’t going to worry about that right now. She was going to write. Maybe she would look into a writing class to see if she could pick up pointers, maybe learn something new. Today she was just going to write.
It could have been easier to pick the piñones with gloves on to avoid the sore fingertips but she had forgotten them in the truck ………