A blog about writing, being a writer, getting inspired to write, etc. For writers, authors, would-be writers and authors. I only have 2 rules. 1, please keep everything PG rated at most, there are some younger folks who read my blog; and 2, please do not criticize what others have written. I would like this to be a safe haven for folks to explore their writing style and to gain some confidence in their story telling abilities. Nasty comments will be deleted.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
May 22nd Challenge
Hi, it’s Christina –
Happy, Happy Hump Day!
Hope y’all are having a FABULOUS
Wednesday! I think the warm weather is finally here to stay and I am a happy,
happy girl!! I think I woke up on the silly side of the bed and I can tell
today is going to be very unproductive and I just don’t care. I think a soul
needs a worthless day every now and again.
Last night I went to my
twice monthly critique group, which I realize I forgot to tell you about when I
went two weeks ago. It is a much larger group than the Wednesday writers’
workshop. In fact, it has gotten so large, they started splitting the group
into two rooms so everyone would have a chance to read and get feedback.
Truthfully, I am a little intimidated by the group. I am probably one of the
youngest (nice change for once), but I am by far the person with the least
formal education. These folks have more letters after their names than a bowl
of alphabet soup. Sorry, I don’t read Keats or Thoreau and I am not in the
habit of discussing esoteric philosophies, but what should I truly expect from
a Princeton based group. PLEASE don’t get me wrong, they are a wonderful bunch
of people and I really am enjoying the group; I’m just a little out of my
element and feeling a bit inferior, but I’ll get over it. They are all please
with the writing samples I have submitted for critique and they seem to value
the comments I make on their work as well, so I guess I am starting to fit in.
I have been bringing chapters from my new book, Simply by Chance, and spoon
feeding it week to week. They are all eager for the next installment and the
suggestions for changes have been minimal. Yup, I really need to work on my
whole confidence issue.
Yesterday’s challenge was:
Did you see that?
It was late spring, early summer, I cannot remember
exactly for it was so long ago, but still I will never forget the day. I was
driving in the car with my mother. The day was picture perfect, the windows
were open, and we were singing hopelessly off key to a song playing on the
radio. We were on our way home, again I cannot remember exactly from where, but
what happened next is burned into my memory. I was looking out the windshield,
and through a break in the trees and perfectly center between some electrical
wires, a silver orb goes whizzing past. The flight it took was not one of a
straight line, but resembled a balloon that’s air had been let out. It swayed, swirled
and darted. I blinked and asked my mom, “Did you see that?”
“What?” she asked.
“That!” I exclaimed and pointed at the strange
object still partially in view.
My mother followed the direction I was pointing and
did manage to catch a fleeting glimpse of what I had seen, then replied, “I
haven’t a clue. Perhaps when we get closer we will be able to tell what it is.”
We drove on and slowed down to where we thought the
object would have been, but saw nothing. We crawled along for the next mile or
so and still saw nothing. We never did determine what we saw that day, but it
was so bazaar I doubt my mother has forgotten the incident either.
For the record, this is a true account of something
strange that happened to me when I was around fourteen years old. My mother and I
were driving west on NJ Route 514 (Amwell Road to the locals) and we saw this
thing, whatever it was in the area of Colonial Park. We even detoured a little
and drove up Mettler’s Lane to see if we could find out what we saw, but as I
said in the story, nothing. Nothing ever made the papers so I guess we were the
only two who saw the strange object in the sky.
Your Next Challenge is:
Truth is stranger than fiction…
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right
or wrong, just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is
allowed to criticize what someone else has written. Go.