Write About an Earring

earringI like¬†those long, dangly chandelier earrings. My brain has a small obsession with the way they move, sparkle and hang from the ear lobe. It’s a bit weird, but that’s how it is.

I can picture in my mind an earring and how it flips as she moves her head. How it brushes over the fabric of her jacket. I can see the sparkle of the gems and gold. Once in awhile it catches on the fabric and pulls at her ear, just a tiny bit.

Can you write about an earring? Don’t give it a storyline where finding the earring leads to solving the crime, etc. Make the earring the star, the focus and the entire story. Describe the earring and the scene, the action of the story. How much can you get from just one earring?

Source for the earrings: Aliexpress.

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Social Sustenance for the Self

The problem with joining other sites and networks is the time and energy required to get anything out of being a part of the network. I only have so much quota of social energy and then its gone. I can smile and nod but that takes my time, and patience and kind of belittles me. I’m able to fake having patience to the point where even I believe me. But, I know I really have almost none at all.

Anyway, back to the point, joining social and professional groups, networks and associations. I often think I’d like to be a member. I read the member benefits and think I’d like that. But, in actual practice, it just never works out for me. I lack the energy to be social enough to really get far in a community. A loner type never works out in a community unless they somehow own or founded the community and have others to do the actual social part.

Knowing this about myself I am making a late New Year’s resolution and unjoining several communities and groups which I’m not really gaining anything from. They feel like a drain on me. I can’t support them with the little social energy and patience I have.

What about you? Are you a good socializer? Do you love being part of a community and find your place in one? Or, are you quiet and never seem to quite find the time and energy to really join or do much to take part?

Remember, you have to decide what sustains you and what you sustain. Keep it balanced!

Perfunctory Moments

According to Miriam-Webster, the word perfunctory is-

Just kidding. I would never subject you to the moist handshake of essay openers. But while we’re on the subject, now is a good time to talk about your throw-away moments. The moments you have to get through the show the big plot point you can’t wait to write.

Take a woman about to discover a body. Or a killer. Whatever. How do you make the start of the scene stand out? To you, she may just be PERSON ABOUT TO DISCOVER BODY (housewife, 40s). To a good writer, she’s a woman in the middle of a day. Good day? Bad? Maybe she’s soaked from the rain. Maybe the paper bag of groceries is so wet it breaks. Perhaps a PEAR rolls to the front door of her apartment where the shadow of TWO FEET are visible under the door…

In some scripts the writer is so excited to drop a body (or discover one) the scene leading up to that moment could’ve been written by a computer program. I’m not even talking about a good computer program. A $4.99 in Fry’s discount bin, cutting edge of 1997 kind of program.

When your script is finished, go back to your big reveals – especially those after throw-away moments – and ask yourself if you really need to throw those moments away.

Every scene we read is time we give to your script. Throw-away moments let us know if you value our time as much as you value your own.

Source: Reader’s Lament: Perfunctory Moments

This post comes from an abandoned blog from 2013. I like this post. The idea of all the little moments in our day and how even the big events have little moments before, during and after.

How would you write the scene with the woman who discovers a dead body? What was her day like up to then, what mood was she in and how is it she (in particular) was in that right place and right time to find the body? She may not be the lead character in a story, just some woman written about and then not heard from again.