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Kill Me or Drive Me to Florida...

Today I wrote a new scene for my story - titled so far- KILL ME OR DRIVE ME TO FLORIDA. A scene that lets the reader know why these people are all on the road together.
I hope it's as interesting as I think it is. AND I hope others like it as much as I do.
That isn't always the case when we write something close to our hearts. WE think others will see our characters as we do - feel their breath and hear their hearts beating. Not always so.

The scene today just flowed. I've been reading - again - BECOMING A WRITER by Dorothea Brande. An old book that's been revived. Her advice is so very good you must read this if you write. She says to do something mindless before writing. No reading of other books. No talking. Sit somewhere quietly. Go to a symphony - no words.
Then your own words will flow within your head, your heart.

Sometimes I talk my stories out and then have no enthusiasm for writing them. Don't make that same mistake. Hold your stories close to your heart as you would a lover. Selfishly. When you get to the page you can unleash them with passion and excitement.

I'm on a roll with writing and hope you are as well. Whatever you're doing - do it with enthusiasm. Blessings, Barbara

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  1. Congrats on your writing roll! And thanks for Dorothea Brande's advice. She definitely makes a good point. I'll have to check out her book. Good luck with your writing journey! :)

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  2. Good advice. I love listening to classical music when I write. It clears my mind of other thoughts and brings out my creative side.

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  3. More so than actually reading something, watching a good movie or even a halfway decent one fires me up for writing.

    I love when a scene just flows for me, but it does happen less than I would like. Love the KILL ME OR DRIVE ME TO FLORIDA title!

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  4. Glad you're on a roll. I love it when the words just come without any effort. Did you submit anything to the WVWriter's Writing Competition yet?

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  5. Janet,
    I haven't and I still may. I ALWAYS enter at the very last possible minute. I just can't decide what to enter. I've tried so many of my things and they just don't fly. Well I have one third place in novel contest one year and several honorable mentions. Tomorrow I plan to decide if I have something worth trying. How about you?
    Good luck if you did! And thanks everyone for all the comments. We writers have to stick together....

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