Posts tagged ‘ideas for writing’

Writer “at work” is it, all right

“Writer at work” is it, all right. I need to write, but I don’t really feel like it, so I’ve been playing around with my breadmaking entries. (Writing, true, but escapism in reality.)

So here I am in the theory that if I force myself get started, I’ll get going and create something. Kind of like starting a run just because you have to, but ending up on a runner’s high after you get going. Is there such thing as a writer’s high?

So…

DD and I walked to the store/post-office today, and I wore my ice cleats.

Quickly came the clicking of the cleats.
The clicking of the cleats quickened.
The clicking cleats came quickly.
The clicking cleats quickened behind him.
Came now the clicking of the cleats.
As the clicking of the cleats quickened, so did the beating of his heart.

…The clicking of the cleats stopped…
(Theme from Beethoven’s Fifth….duh-duh, duh…duuuuuh)

We were having a little silly time.

I’d like to write a story about a violin, exploring the themes of talent, passion, art. But other than that, I have no ideas.

OK. Enough words. It was not a writer’s high, but I made myself put words into sentences. Good enough for the way I feel today.

Blessings,
Voni

Character Sketch

My dd saw a couple walking into McDonald’s talking like a commercial.
"When I turn 65, my insurance rates are going to go down by 35%."
"That’s really great! What insurance do you carry?"
"Allstate. They’re great. They cover all my needs!"

She says they were even talking in commercial voices.

It would be fun to have a character with that trait.

Blessings,
Voni

What could cause this?????

I was in line at a concession stand at a high school basketball game. There was a pair of teenage girls in line ahead of the family in front of me.

One looks at the other, "Oh man," she says, "I forgot what I wanted! What did I want again?"
The other thinks for a moment. "Nachos!" she declares.
"Oh, yeah! Thanks!"

I thought that was silly enough. Until two teenage girls got in line behind me a minute or so later. They apparently had no connection with the first pair.

As they get in line, one frowns. "What did I want again?"
The other says, "uhhhhh…Mellow Yellow?"
"That’s right. Thanks."

This could be…

1)  …the invasion of the what-I-want thieves. Thank goodness their friends had attended training classes to combat these thieves!
2) …a weird teenage malady.
3) …too much mind-changing caused Permaflux.

The more pertinent question is: How can I work this into my NaNoNovel?

Blessings!

NOVEL PROGRESS: I had to quit early to let dh work on the computer, but fell asleep within 15 minutes on the couch anyway. Musta needed some sleep! At any rate, I just got 25,001! Halfway, Baby!

Character sketch

I met a wonderfully interesting man today. He is a tv repairman in his 80s who sports a "World’s Best Grandfather" ballcap in patriotic red, white, and blue. His garage shop had two hand-lettered signs: "Cash only!" and "For service ring doorbell." Upon ringing, he opened the garage like the wizard of OZ, opening up a world of 60-inch televisions and a worse-for-the-wear computer on which pictures of grandkids were the wallpaper. His domain. There was a worn paper certificate commending him for his support of our troops in Iraq and Afghanistan hanging above the computer, mostly covered up with a family photo.

Being a shortie, I was hoping he could help me carry our tv into his garage shop.

Me: I’m not sure we’ll be able to carry the tv.
He: (cheerfully) Well, I can’t carry it. I have a back with rods in it!
Me: (to dd): Well, let’s get hefting, Girl.
He: Back the car up here to the door.

As I did, he pulled out this wooden dolly that dd immediately dubbed an "ambulance for tv’s." He pulled it up to our car door, and between him and dd, slid the tv onto the dolly and into the tv hospital/garage. He tested the tv. Yep. It didn’t turn on, just like I said. He painstakingly filled out a work order rather than hand it to me for completion. I handed him the $20 deposit in cash only, and he tucked it away in the pocket of his sleeveless down jacket.

Me: Will you call and let us know how how much it will be?
He: (cheerfully) Nope! I’m gonna fix it! You can’t buy a tv for what I’m going to charge, and even if you did the tvs they make these days are worthless.
Me: oooh kaaaay?
He: Look. It’ll be $116 for labor and a little for parts, so about $120, and you’ve already paid $20. It’ll come off the bottom, you see.
Me: Sounds good to me. (What’s not to like?)

I have no doubt that what he said will be true. The tv will be fixed. He was that kind of man, the kind of man that made you want to stand tall and do right so as not to disappoint him about the "younger generation."

I hope I don’t.

Blessings!

FLYte Plan Stars: 2 so far
Novel Progress: Have enough scenes. Came up with name for A.F (Albert Franklin–he goes by Alf…his favorite tv show). Still need names for Opposition, Name, and Blue-Eyes