There are two awesome choices in the time frame that fits my schedule.
It’s been a while now since my superpower (of being in two places at the same time) stopped working so, like you mere mortals, I was forced to choose.
Choose I did.
I chose door number two - the class given by Donald Maass, titled The Emotional Craft of Fiction.
I was leaning toward the class given by Sean Cranbury, on Owning Your Online Space. I had the pleasure of having coffee with him the other day and, given he resides in my fair city, I felt I could book subsequent time (at a fee of course) for some one-on-one time to address how best to use social media (his specialty).
He’s also giving other classes, at the SIWC, which I will be checking out.
So, you see, since Sean Cranbury is readily available for consultation here, close to home, whereas Donald Maass is located in New York - just a bit out of the way - my choice, thought difficult, was based on geography.
My final decision was further based on my immediate interest in all things emotional - namely the current state of emotional unrest my characters are experiencing - they've requested I seek immediate help. Some characters are so pushy.
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I was out on a run the other day. I ran into a cemetery and found all the makings of a great story.
So… I ran with it! Oh gosh… it’s getting late and I’m running into a brick wall (aka writer’s block) - or maybe falling headlong into a freshly dug grave.
Have you ever seen feathers after a bird fight… here, look at these.
|From a distance, as I entered the cemetery - I thought it was the remains of a small fire.|
|Up close, look at the feathers, the way they are thrown into the ground… weird.|
|See the crow - he circled me, like I was some kind of prey… (fool)|
|Just as I was leaving the cemetery, this caught my eye - truly beautiful… but still eerie!|
It looks like a book, right, but it was a solid object.
Click on it to read the verse - it's touching.
Here are a few extra photos I took on my run… one always needs to balance the weird with the normal… right?
|While having a coffee I thought my new runners deserved a little attention!|
Now they are immortalized…
Where do you find material for your writing - deep within the recesses of your mind, or out in that oasis called reality?