Creativity at Work

So a conversation today sparked something. There is a persistent thought in this country that people are just naturally good storytellers, and that writing takes very little effort. Either you do it or you don't. And if you don't, well it's only because you don't have time/aren't interested/will get to it later. Writing a novel is perceived as easy, even when novelists scream that giving birth or bloodletting takes much less effort. Along with this comes the idea of training and education. The other day I mentioned to my husband -who has been so incredibly supportive in my chosen career path- that I was thinking of going back to school. I have been effectively out of the paid work force for the past twelve years and it's a bit difficult to get back in after so many years on the bench. I said that I found it very tempting to want to go for a MFA in Creative Writing. He said, "Well, other than Author, what could you do with that degree?" It stung. I fe

Another Flash Fiction Entry. This one won! :) I may eventually continue this story to see where it goes. The Prank Allie batted her long, black lashes and stuck out her lower lip in what she knew was an adorable pout.  “It doesn’t work anymore, Allie. God, I’m so sick of you thinking you can just bat those stupid eyelashes and everything gets fixed.” Jake fumed. Allie had crossed the line this time. It was one thing when the pranks were simply about embarrassing someone, but this time a girl died. Game over.  Allie pulled her lip back in. ¬“You were part of it all, too!” She snapped. “Besides, it was supposed to be fun. You weren’t supposed to let her fall. How could you, Jake?” “Oh, that’s classic. Of course it’s my fault because no one would believe that sweet little Allie is capable of this. If they only knew the real you, they’d lock you in a cell and throw away the key.” “Maybe they should,” Allie mumbled looking at the floor. The pranks were never supposed to go this

So, I received a 2.5 star (out of 5) review today that said: Some things I Like: I love the idea of having a typical morning routine and becoming bombarded by characters and stories! That is just awesome really. What writer wouldn't like that? You have some strong word choice in here. Solitude, characters, adulations, broken... these are a few that stand out to me. The flow is good. I didn't stumble at all while reading this one. Observations & Suggestions: The rhymes are not the strongest here. Up/cup, day/say, tribulations/adulations, day/say again. Now, I wonder which one is the strongest? Really, up/cup and day/say aren't awful. They just remind me of Dr. Seuss. I have a 6 year old who only recently eased up on his obsession with Seuss, so it is fresh in my mind. The rhymes didn't really detract from the piece. They just didn't help it either. There wasn't much of a hook here. "In the quiet of the morning / before the sun wakes up / I sit a

So, I've been participating in some Flash Fiction (stories less than 300 words) contests on writing.com. I thought it would be fun to share them here. I know that I get asked quite a bit about what I'm writing. So, here you go... Yesterday's story prompt: Write a story that includes the phrase "What's the worst that could happen?"  The Wedding Crashers “Come on!” Stacy chided. “What’s the worst that could happen?” She shrugged her shoulders, a classic Stacy move, and pushed the door open. “What’s the worst that could happen?” Tracy retorted. “Really? Have we met? I could give you about a hundred different scenarios all going from bad to worse to worst!” “Oh Tracy, you worry too much! Relax and have fun. Besides, Jacob will be there.” Stacy smiled at the slight blush that crept up Tracey’s neck and rested on her cheeks. Stacy didn’t dare confess that she’d been sleeping with Jacob since she discovered her sister had a crush on him. She also

Well, I've made it. It's halfway through summer and I've survived the kids being home full time. I'm not as sure about my writing, though. I'm going through a nasty case of distracted writers syndrome. It's terrible. Even my writer's website has become a means of procrastination for me. I know that it will get better. That I will work through this. I can feel it in my bones. Every doubt that I have, every time I think I'll never finish a story, there's always one thing I know. I will continue to write. I have to. It's in my blood. But, as I sit here, there's a decision that needs to be made concerning this fall. Do I renew my substitute license or do I give up that means of income? Do I go back to school myself or do I just focus on my writing? Do I pursue a professorship? Do I take the steps to teach college level English and writing? I know that many writers do it as a way to make money. However, I also know that there are only so many ho

Here it is - my second place story. The challenge was to write a story in 100 words or less. It had to have all of the components; setting, character, plot, etc. I hope that you all enjoy. Any feedback is appreciated, but please keep it constructive. The mother gazed at her newborn daughter, so beautiful, so perfect. She wondered how she had thought she ever loved before this. She wasn’t sure she could ever love the same after. The baby wailed and the mother looked around, panicked, helpless. She was only fifteen, far too young for this. The nurse handed her a bottle for the baby. Once again all was right with the world. The two sat in peaceful bliss until the white liquid was gone. Then she handed her daughter to the baby’s parents. She smiled through the heartbreak, knowing this was best.