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On With the Story

Hi Folks,

It’s a cold windy day here, perfect for story telling. So far we’ve talked about creating the characters and getting into the bad guy’s head. Today let’s talk about getting the story moving. There are any number of ways to do that. I suggest you try a few to see what works best for you.


I talked about some of the characters in Hell Comes Home. Let’s return to that story. Here’s how I got it going.

As a child I used to sit under the kitchen table and listen to my dad and his buddies tell stories. I got to know all their stories and could tell when somebody changed a few things to make a story better.

To get Hell Comes Home rolling I sat back in my chair, closed my eyes, and imagined listening to Dad’s buddy Willard tell him the story. “Now, Hugh, you remember when Gary Rivers went nuts and killed all them folks. Well, his niece Melanie, she was a wild one…”

It didn’t take long before I was typing like crazy. That’s how it works for me, not a lot of plotting and planning, just storytelling as I learned it over sixty years ago.

Give it a try on a short story, see if it’ll work for you.

ROW80


Okay, checking in again. Seems like I’m not as regular at this as I should be. Anyway, the target for the past week was 2500 words. Success. That puts the current WIP at just over 27,000 words. 

So, on that note, the target for next week will be to push the total over 30,000.

Here’s hoping all you folks have had a stellar summer and are now looking forward to Halloween hi-jinks. 

Bright Blessings to you, one and all
Pru

Writer

Hi Folks,

Today I get to keep two promises. First I get to tell you about how I became a writer, and second I can finally show you the cover for Blue Rider. On to my story.

I have always loved stories, writing them, reading them, writing songs, etc. All that got put on the back burner when I reached adulthood. I married young, had a young family, and … well, you know how that all goes. When you have children it is hard to hold on to the little things.


Life took it’s usual twists and turns, the music slipped away, so did the writing, but I clung to the reading. As time passed I ended up in the fitness industry as a personal trainer and owning my own gym. Now, anyone who is self employed can tell you, getting a business going and running it is a hard grind.

In the mid nineties it all came apart. My marriage failed, my business went bankrupt, my children were grown, and I was suddenly alone, adrift. Fortunately I had a most remarkable woman as a best friend. I moved in with her, we became lovers, and are still together to this day. She’s the one who made me a writer.

I was at loose ends, no work, no prospects, and just basically bat-shit crazy. “What do you want to do?” she asked.
I don’t know, I don’t even care. I just want to do something useful to somebody.”
So, be a writer. I love the stories you tell me. Write me a story.”

Intrigued, I did. I began with pen and paper. Each day she would return from work and I would have a new chapter waiting for her. I loved the process. I would sit on the edge of my chair as she dutifully tried to translate my poor handwriting. Each day I thrilled as she squealed with delight and disappointment that there was no more.

Eventually she broke down and bought me a used computer. I know it tested even her great patience as she taught me to use it. However, I loved the damn thing and each day I eagerly two fingered out another chapter of the story and each day she looked forward to more of the saga. 

And so it began. That first story grew into a three novel series. Eventually I published it as The Revival Series, it even got a good review. This is it. 

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Well, this past week I did manage to write a few thousand words. Six thousand, actually. The big news though is our magic cover artist is back in action and we finally got our cover for the second book in the Haunted Treasure Series. Here’s a look at the face of Blue Rider. Look for the book to appear in mid September.



Well, that’s it for me this time. Be well folks

Bless
Pru


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Beauty of a Woman

Hi folks, this is the day we celebrate the beauty of a woman. Cool! Be sure to check out August McLaughlin’s blog tomorrow for lots more stories about the beauty of a woman. This was her idea after all. You can find it here: http://augustmclaughlin.wordpress.com/ Check it out for a chance to win some awesome prizes.


 I thought long and hard about what to do here.

For today’s post I eventually decided I would rework an older post to demonstrate the true beauty of a woman. So here’s the story.
I love people watching. I love the sheer variety of shapes, sizes, and colors that we humans come in. I will now describe a few I saw from my car window that day so you can share the experience with me. Let’s get in my car and have a look.
There are several small groups of men standing around, smoking or with hands in pockets, shoulders slouched, drinking coffee from Styrofoam cups and complaining about life in general. Grey cloudy mornings can do that to you.
There stands an older man, quite bald, absentmindedly smoothing his comb-over down in the breeze. His younger companion has a small goatee and shaven head. Go figure. That has to be a generational thing.
Here comes an interesting fellow. He’s a big man, heavy, wearing loose clothing. His clothes are worn, but clean, his boots run down and old. He wears his graying hair cut short, mostly hidden beneath a cap with some sort of logo. His face has seen many years in the sun; deep lines surround his eyes and line his face.
It would be easy to dismiss this man as an old fat guy who was down on his luck. Let’s take a second look, for I have an idea his appearance is deceptive. Yes he has some fat on him, but that could just be a side effect of good living. His back is too straight, his shoulders too wide, his hands look like they could crush stone, and there is an easy grace to his stride.
I smile as he walks past the car. With a wink and a nod he returns the smile, and now I can see where all those lines in his face came from. That is a face that has smiled a lot over the years.
He’s gone past now, but there comes an old truck, a working man’s truck, but that’s not who is driving. The door opens and a young woman steps out. She is well dressed, in heels, tall, slim, blonde, and beautiful. All eyes are on her as she alights. She smiles and calls a greeting to one of the men, who waves and smiles back.
All the men are standing taller now, their backs straighter, tummies pulled in, cigarettes cast aside, and their scowls gone. She stops to chat with different groups as she makes her way to the coffee shop, and again on her way back. She has a smile and a good word for everybody she meets on her way back.
By the time she reaches the truck again everyone is smiling. Conversations have gone from complaints to idle chat about more pleasant subjects. I’m not sure if she is aware of the effect she had on everybody, but I do hope she is. I’d like to think this woman used her youth and beauty to brighten the day for everyone she encountered.
For that is exactly what she has done. Through her a goddess came and lifted the gloom from the hearts of all the people scattered about this parking lot. Because of her a number of people, men and women alike, are facing the day with a much brighter outlook. That ability to brighten other people’s lives with just a smile is true beauty.
Now, is it just the young and slim who can do this? Heck no. Yesterday I saw an older woman, stooped and walking with difficulty as she leaned on her cane. She smiled brightly at everyone she met and they smiled back. She is still beautiful and she still shares that beauty with those around her. Beauty truly does shine from within.

So, remember to check in at August McLaughlin’s blog today and tomorrow for lots more on the beauty of a woman. here’s that URL again.