Hey everyone! Sorry it took me three months to write again. . . I'd come up with excuses, but I seem to do that a lot sooooo I'm just gonna ignore that and act like absolutely no time has passed.
Hooray it's still March!
Anyway, so back in February my friend and fellow writer Amy and I started a weekly get-together that we have dubbed the Writers Meeting (how original!). She is in the process of writing this wondrously awesome novel (a trilogy, as a matter of fact!) and I am writing a musical set to the songs of the band Ludo! Whoo!
We started this meeting as a means of sharing ideas and helping each other further our creativity, and it's been great! Recently we even expanded our group to include Shellie (remember her???) and Amy's roommate Jamie (Amy and Jamie. Yup.)
Shellie, Amy and I decided to try our hand at participating in NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. You write a novel in an entire month and get help from fellow participants online. It's technically in November, but they've started something really cool called Camp NaNoWriMo where it takes place during July. Yay, virtual summer camp full of geeks! My kind of crowd. =D
So I'll be focusing all my time and energy on this play because it's been a year in the making and I finally am going to complete it! Whoo! =D
I've found a good way to keep up with Midnight Porkchop while simultaneously working on the play!
Recently at our Writers Meetings, we have been using prompts just to get our creative juices flowing. So I am going to share them with you! Every Monday night at 5:30, 4:30 central, yo! (Well, that's when our meetings are. I'll probably publish them that night sometime. Oh and also not next week because Amy has to hang out with her fiance instead of us. What a horrible person.)
But here's a little ditty to hold you guys over for a while!
Hooray it's still March!
Anyway, so back in February my friend and fellow writer Amy and I started a weekly get-together that we have dubbed the Writers Meeting (how original!). She is in the process of writing this wondrously awesome novel (a trilogy, as a matter of fact!) and I am writing a musical set to the songs of the band Ludo! Whoo!
We started this meeting as a means of sharing ideas and helping each other further our creativity, and it's been great! Recently we even expanded our group to include Shellie (remember her???) and Amy's roommate Jamie (Amy and Jamie. Yup.)
Shellie, Amy and I decided to try our hand at participating in NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. You write a novel in an entire month and get help from fellow participants online. It's technically in November, but they've started something really cool called Camp NaNoWriMo where it takes place during July. Yay, virtual summer camp full of geeks! My kind of crowd. =D
So I'll be focusing all my time and energy on this play because it's been a year in the making and I finally am going to complete it! Whoo! =D
I've found a good way to keep up with Midnight Porkchop while simultaneously working on the play!
Recently at our Writers Meetings, we have been using prompts just to get our creative juices flowing. So I am going to share them with you! Every Monday night at 5:30, 4:30 central, yo! (Well, that's when our meetings are. I'll probably publish them that night sometime. Oh and also not next week because Amy has to hang out with her fiance instead of us. What a horrible person.)
But here's a little ditty to hold you guys over for a while!
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Prompt:
You're standing in a doorway.
You're standing in a doorway.
"Don't forget to pack your underwear," she said, lazily leaning against the door frame. Did she think this was some kind of joke? Lives are at stake here!
I threw the jackets haphazardly in the corner. I wouldn't need them where I was going. I heard a loud rumbling noise above me and I gasped and jumped under the bed.
"It's just an airplane," she scoffed.
I climbed over a pile of boots that I wasn't bringing either. I looked down at the settings on my ankle cuff.
Fifteen seconds until detonation.
I didn't have time for anything.
I breathed deeply and turned to Robin and grinned.
"Well, you might wanna move quick, or soon we'll both be artwork on the walls."
Her eyes widened. She looked at my ankle. I closed my eyes.
Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
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Prompt:
You found out something you weren't supposed to know.
I run. I run with all my might, leaves and trees a dark blue blur in the cold night. My breathing is harsh and ragged and there's a stitch in my side, but I have to keep going.
Oh God, I can hear him behind me! Calling to me, pleading to me in a hauntingly harmonic voice. He doesn't sound out of breath.
Keep moving!
I gasped and suddenly the ground becomes my sky. I tripped on a root, or was it a corpse? I land with an echoing crack on the forest floor and the most excruciating pain enflames my ankle. My eyes are closed as I will the pain and nauseating dizziness to subside for even the briefest of moments.
Silence. No noise at all except the cacophonous drum beat of my heart. Oh, God.
He's here.
I dare to open my eyes. I am met with a pale blue moon. No, two moons.
His eyes.
"Darling," he whispers, like the purr of a lion. He smiles, a serene, enchanting mask that covers the madman within.
My heart freezes as if I have been doused in ice-cold water. He seductively caresses the silver of his revolver, a dark substance glittering on his cheek. His eyes are now black.
"Darling," he coos, "you should have told me you'd be home early."
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All right, guys, stay tuned for the next installment! Maybe I'll even post Shellie's or Amy's excerpts next time, depending if they allow me the honor.
The prompt for next week is:
You're in a motel room.
Why, anything can happen. ;)
UPDATE: Apparently Google Chrome is trying to tell me that "enflames" is not a word. Well, in my world it is, so I'm keeping it. Good riddance!
