Hi, it’s
Christina –
Good morning everyone, I hope you survived your
TGIF. I read some of your status updates this morning while I was having my
first cup of coffee, and some of you had interesting plans for last night. Hope
you had a wonderful time!
Yesterday, I promised to explain the event I’m
participating in tonight, our annual Progressive Dinner. It’s an event sponsored
by our church, and it’s a lot of fun. Roughly forty “couples” participate, and
there are four “station” which are visited. (I used a nice round number so this
would be easier to explain.) Ten couples host appetizers, ten host salad, ten
host soup, and the final ten host dessert. When you host a station, you have
three couples come to your house and stay for forty-five minutes for the meal,
then everyone leaves and drives to the next station. You won’t run into the
same people again until the dessert station, because that stop brings all of us
together at the church.
This year, my hubby and I have to start half an
hour earlier then almost everyone else, because our first stop for appetizers
is forty-five minutes away. Now, this is not the norm. For the most part, the
houses you visit are all within the town limits. On occasion, there are church
members who move outside the town limits, and like to participate in a course
other than dessert. Keep in mind, if you live on one side of our town, and you
have a stop on the other side of our town, it could easily take you twenty-five
to thirty minutes to accomplish it, so a forty-five minute hike to Stockton is
not that bad. Plus, it’s my friend’s house, which I haven’t had the opportunity
to see yet, so I’m excited to go.
So we have appetizers out in Stockton. Then we
drive back to town to have salad. Next it’s our turn to host the soup station.
I’m making loaded potato soup, it has lots of cheese and bacon. I’m also making
gumbalaya (my crazy mix of gumbo and jambalaya), its chicken and sausage and
shrimp, rice, tomatoes and onions and garlic, and a whole array of Cajun
spices. My tummy’s rumbling just thinking about it. Finally, we all head back
to the church for dessert, and there’s usually music and a whole lot of
silliness. It’s going to be a fun night.
On a completely different
note, my friend Linda Rawlins
posted this article
from Writer's Write, and I thought it was great.
One recurring comment from
me, to authors whose books I edit, is - you need to stop TELLING your readers,
you need to start SHOWING them. Then I'll rearrange a few of their sentences,
so they can have examples. Well, now I'll be able to send them a whole chart of
examples, at least for body language "showing". (Now if I could just
find a more articulate way to explain Continuity of Tense, my job would be a
breeze.)
So, writers, save this
article. Use it as a reference while you're writing. Print out the chart and
add your own ideas to it. This is going to be a handy tool.
Although it’s only eight o’clock, I have cooking
and cleaning to do, so I should get going. I hope y’all have a super day, and
happy writing!
Your Last Challenge was (random quote, chosen from a random page, from a
random book on my shelf – closed my eyes, reached in, grabbed one, opened to a
page, pointed, and opened my eyes – then found the closest dialogue):
Write
your own story around the following – “Get out of your wet things and into
those. Don’t worry, you’ll be decently covered.” (Kay
Hooper, Enemy Mine)
Corina could not stop shivering. Her entire body literally shook
from head to toe. Her hair and clothes were soaked, her lips were blue, and her
teeth were chattering so violently, she was afraid she would chip one. With certainty
she could say, she had never been this cold in all her life.
She cursed her boss for sending her out on this assignment. She
cursed her car for not being able to handle the incline, and for sliding off
the road. She even cursed Mother Nature for the unpredicted blizzard. If it
hadn’t been for Caleb Makenzie, the man she was sent to interview, coming and
checking, she probably would have died out there on the road.
Corina could hear the shower running, and a cloud of steam
shrouded Caleb as he exited the bathroom.
Indicating a pile on the vanity, Caleb ordered, “Get out of your
wet things and into those. Don’t worry, you’ll be decently covered.”
Meekly, Corina obeyed and padded into the bathroom and shut the
door.
Your Next Challenge is:
Drip…drip…drip…
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.
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