What’s For Supper?


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What’s For Supper?

 By Nandy Ekle

“Mom, what’s for supper,” my kids were obsessed with knowing what I had planned for dinner every night. Sometimes that was the first thing they said every morning.

Did I always have an answer for them? No. In fact, a lot of the time I didn’t know what was for supper until 4:45 that evening. And let me tell you, 4:45 p.m. with three starving kids home from school and not a single idea of what I was about to feed them will inspire a mother to create miracles in the kitchen.

So deadlines for writing are a lot like that. I know every week a blog is due Thursday night for posting Friday morning. I know there are hungry readers on their way to my table. But do I always know what I’m about to feed them? Absolutely not.

There are weeks when I walk around with blog ideas bubbling like a pot of stew on a hot fire. Those are the weeks when words pour out of my brain at the speed of lightning. This is the milk and honey that I love to serve my readers. Dinner is ready, come and get it!

But then there are those weeks when at 4:45 before dinner time at 5:30, I’m still wandering around, studying the contents of the pantry, the freezer, the refrigerator, and back to the pantry praying for inspiration. These are the lean times when even the words I do have are frozen hard as a rock and refuse to budge to any sort of usable condition.

Oddly enough, these can be the weeks when creativity kicks in and I look at what I’ve managed to write and say, “I gotta remember that recipe!”

Congratulations. You have just received a post card from the muse.

What’s For Supper?


POST CARDS FROM THE MUSE

What’s For Supper?

 By Nandy Ekle

“Mom, what’s for supper,” my kids were obsessed with knowing what I had planned for dinner every night. Sometimes that was the first thing they said every morning.

Did I always have an answer for them? No. In fact, a lot of the time I didn’t know what was for supper until 4:45 that evening. And let me tell you, 4:45 p.m. with three starving kids home from school and not a single idea of what I was about to feed them will inspire a mother to create miracles in the kitchen.

So deadlines for writing are a lot like that. I know every week a blog is due Thursday night for posting Friday morning. I know there are hungry readers on their way to my table. But do I always know what I’m about to feed them? Absolutely not.

There are weeks when I walk around with blog ideas bubbling like a pot of stew on a hot fire. Those are the weeks when words pour out of my brain at the speed of lightning. This is the milk and honey that I love to serve my readers. Dinner is ready, come and get it!

But then there are those weeks when at 4:45 before dinner time at 5:30, I’m still wandering around, studying the contents of the pantry, the freezer, the refrigerator, and back to the pantry praying for inspiration. These are the lean times when even the words I do have are frozen hard as a rock and refuse to budge to any sort of usable condition.

Oddly enough, these can be the weeks when creativity kicks in and I look at what I’ve managed to write and say, “I gotta remember that recipe!”

Congratulations. You have just received a post card from the muse.

In Limbo


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In Limbo

By Nandy Ekle

The scene opens with a little boy wearing yellow swim trunks and nothing else. His body is curled in a cannon ball pose and it appears he has jumped from a platform and is heading toward water on a warm summer afternoon. As we see him hang in midair, his head turns toward us and he speaks.

“Mom, how long are you going to keep me like this before you print the picture?”

Of course, this is a commercial for a camera and how easy it is to use. But it does teach us a couple of lessons.

First, print your pictures quickly before you lose them. This has happened to me.  I have lost entire birthday parties for grandchildren that I will never be able to get back because I left them on my camera too long before I printed them. Second, if you’re going to be captured in the middle of act for all eternity, wear something you don’t mind wearing for all eternity.

Third, and this is the big thing, when we begin to create something, we need to finish it, for our sakes, for the sake of the creation.

This is the lesson this TV ad placed in my head. I’ve talked about my imagination being a hall with hundreds of doors. Behind each door is a world with characters, and I have set these characters in motion. When I close the door, the action is suspended. In some rooms I have characters hanging in midair. Some are frozen in mid sentence. Some of my characters sit in hopeless tears because I’ve left them hanging from a cliff. And, if you know my writing, some of my characters crouch with their hands stuck in a downward arc of violence, which is terrifying for their victims, forever staring at their own demise.

So, like the little boy who will never splash into the water wearing his yellow swim suit, our characters are like wax statues waiting for us. In the words of the commercial, how long are we going to leave them that way?

Congratulations. You have just received a post card from the muse.

Writing Success


Writing Success 

by Natalie Bright

Our critique group, WordsmithSix, came together in part from connections made through a local writing organization to combine with an existing group who lost several members, and through long time friends and new neighbors. We’ve been meeting since 2009.

We began with a common goal—get published. We’ve consistently produced, read our work to the group, revised (and revised some more), and submitted. Between us we’re now multi-published across several genres in short stories, inspirational, devotionals, and kid lit. Since 2010 we became active bloggers. Each success motivates us to keep writing. Every meeting inspires us to work harder.

Which brings me to the point of this blog. I’d like to share a few of our recent works with you.

The Least He Could Do And Eleven Other Stories

Featuring Miss Bitsy by Nandy Ekle

From StoneThread Publishing comes an eclectic collection of twelve short stories. At times you’ll laugh out loud, and at times you’ll have to stop reading to let your heart calm down. This edition includes a story from WordsmithSix member Nandy Ekle. Miss Bitsy tells the tale about a kindly neighborhood grandmother who isn’t all she appears to be. This story gave me chills when I first read it in critique group, and I’m thrilled that it’s out there for everyone to enjoy. Way to go Nandy!

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Chicken Soup for the Soul: Inspiration for Writers

Featuring The Challenge by Rory C. Keel
Features 101 Motivational Stories for Writers. Sometimes we need to be challenged to write, and this would make a great gift for those special writers in your life. This edition features The Challenge, by WordsmithSix author Rory C. Keel.

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West Texas Christmas Stories

Featuring A Cowboy’s Christmas Blessings by Natalie Bright

An anthology of more than 30 Christmas stories–short and upbeat, set in West Texas or by West Texas writers including Elmer Kelton and John Erickson. You’ll laugh out loud at the clever piece by editor Glenn Dromgoole about a holiday fruitcake, while other stories will evoke warm memories about past holidays.  My story, A Cowboy’s Christmas Blessings, was inspired by the cowboys and their families who live and work on Texas cattle ranches. It’s an age old tradition and a proud heritage that continues today.

Texas Christmas Stories west texas christmas stories

Remember, books make great gifts!

www.nataliebright.com

Soundtracks


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Soundtracks

By Nandy Ekle

My playlist. I love my playlist. These are the songs I have collected that tell the story of my life. One of the songs is the first song my husband and I danced to in high school. One of the songs our high school drill team had a routine to, and won a state competition with it.  Several of the songs are from movies I really enjoyed. Some are comical, some are lyrical stories, some are just flat out beautiful poetry with genius tunes.

However, my MP3 player doesn’t have all of my songs. I have a secret list of songs only on the computer. These are what I call my writing playlist. These are the ones that give me little glimpses of stories in my head every time I hear them. One is a Christmas story about a main character that gives away his heart, then realizes quickly they gave it to the wrong person. One is the story of a main character who says the best dream they ever had was the one in which they were dying. I have an instrumental piece that, although it has no words, paints very vivid pictures of medieval dungeon with prisoners about to be rescued by a hero dressed in an animal skin loin cloth and carrying a gigantic broad sword.

What I’m getting at here, and I know I say this fairly often, is let music dance through your brain. It can set the tone for what you’re writing. It can plant images and stimulate memories for you to expand on. Sometimes it can even provide enough of the story that all you have to do is put it down on paper.

My writing playlist is short but powerful. A couple of the songs I love to listen to when I write are Last Christmas, performed by Wham, Mad World, performed by Michael Andrews and Gary Jules, and Fire On High, performed by Electric Light Orchestra. What music inspires you when you write?

Congratulations. You have just received a post card from the muse.

 

 

Tag words: play list, MP3 player, Electric Light Orchestra, Wham

Writing Success


Writing Success 

by Natalie Bright

Our critique group, WordsmithSix, came together in part from connections made through a local writing organization to combine with an existing group who lost several members, and through long time friends and new neighbors. We’ve been meeting since 2009.

We began with a common goal—get published. We’ve consistently produced, read our work to the group, revised (and revised some more), and submitted. Between us we’re now multi-published across several genres in short stories, inspirational, devotionals, and kid lit. Since 2010 we became active bloggers. Each success motivates us to keep writing. Every meeting inspires us to work harder.

Which brings me to the point of this blog. I’d like to share a few of our recent works with you.

The Least He Could Do And Eleven Other Stories

Featuring Miss Bitsy by Nandy Ekle

From StoneThread Publishing comes an eclectic collection of twelve short stories. At times you’ll laugh out loud, and at times you’ll have to stop reading to let your heart calm down. This edition includes a story from WordsmithSix member Nandy Ekle. Miss Bitsy tells the tale about a kindly neighborhood grandmother who isn’t all she appears to be. This story gave me chills when I first read it in critique group, and I’m thrilled that it’s out there for everyone to enjoy. Way to go Nandy!

The Least He Could Do And Eleven Other Stories 51xt5BNVf3L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA278_PIkin4,BottomRight,-64,22_AA300_SH20_OU01_

Chicken Soup for the Soul: Inspiration for Writers

Featuring The Challenge by Rory C. Keel
Features 101 Motivational Stories for Writers. Sometimes we need to be challenged to write, and this would make a great gift for those special writers in your life. This edition features The Challenge, by WordsmithSix author Rory C. Keel.

Chicken Soup for the Soul: Inspiration for Writerscss-inspiration-for-writers-2

West Texas Christmas Stories

Featuring A Cowboy’s Christmas Blessings by Natalie Bright

An anthology of more than 30 Christmas stories–short and upbeat, set in West Texas or by West Texas writers including Elmer Kelton and John Erickson. You’ll laugh out loud at the clever piece by editor Glenn Dromgoole about a holiday fruitcake, while other stories will evoke warm memories about past holidays.  My story, A Cowboy’s Christmas Blessings, was inspired by the cowboys and their families who live and work on Texas cattle ranches. It’s an age old tradition and a proud heritage that continues today.

Texas Christmas Stories west texas christmas stories

Remember, books make great gifts!

www.nataliebright.com

NANOWRIMO


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NANOWRIMO

By Nandy Ekle

We’re here again. The leaves are turning beautiful colors. The birds have flown away to warmer climates. The creepy crawlies are coming in the house looking for shelter. And the stores have stocked their shelves with festive browns, oranges, reds and greens. And we know what that means.

Yep, National Novel Writing Month is upon us. Every November 1 through 30 we are challenged to write a 50,000 word novel. There’s only one rule: don’t write any of the story before November 1. You are allowed to research, outline, characterize, plan, story board, timeline, whatever preparations you need to get your NANO ready. But no words can be written before midnight going into November first.

Go to the website and register. You’ll need to set up your profile page. Then you enter the working title of your new novel. You write your words every day, then enter the word count. A little graph shows your progress. You can look up friends (I’m Nandy Ekle over there), join forums, you can even get involved with local groups who have “write ins.”

I’ve not completed a nano yet, but every year I sign up and do my best. I’ll do it again this year. I have my plot, my characters, my goals, everything but the specifics, which come to me as I write it. Look me up and we’ll get through this together.

Congratulations. You have just received a post card from the muse.

The Good Ideas


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The Good Ideas

By Nandy Ekle

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five or six of them. Most people don’t see any. 

Orson Scott Card

 

So where are these thousands of ideas? Everything in your world is the same as it’s always been. The kids fight. The office is business as usual. Dinner must be cooked, kids must be bathed and you finally crawl into bed. Then it starts all over tomorrow.

So where are these thousands of ideas? Everything in your world is the same. Why are the kids fighting? One kid wants his turn on the game console. The solution in the past has always been to give each one a time limit by setting a timer. When the timer dings, he must pass the controller to the next child in line. Only, when the timer goes off, he’s in the middle of a puzzle and nowhere near a saving point. It would be a horrible injustice to force the boy to give up the controller and lose it all. But it’s also not fair to the girl who’s been waiting her turn patiently. So the rule is made that the player must save as soon as possible (within the next three minutes) or allow his character to die. From your place in the other room you suddenly hear the waiting child blurts out, “Will you just die already!”

Story idea?

At the office, business as usual. You boot up your computer and read your email. Pushing the “get work” button, you read a request from a client for a detailed history of every payment ever made. But you’ve been trained and written several of these letters in the past. No problem. You open the other program and realize the client has more than ten payments, each with six different steps to report.

Story idea?

After a day of writing challenging letters, you walk in the door and greet the four other people living in your house–and they all have a starved look deep in their eyes. Oh no! You forgot to thaw something for dinner. Opening the fridge you find a bit of soup, a bag of salad, one and a half carton of eggs, and a couple of bowls of undetermined something.

Story idea?

The kids must be bathed. Yes, they are old enough to bathe themselves, but they must also be coerced to do it. You manage to pull the two wrestling children apart and march them to the bathroom. As you start the water running, the younger one says, “Guess what my brother told me about where babies come from.”

Story idea?

You finally crawl into bed. Exhaustion has crept all through your body and brain. Laying on your back with your head on your pillow, your eyes refuse to close. You have characters running through your head accusing you of all kinds of negligence toward them and their stories. You beg their forgiveness, you’re just too tired to think anymore. But your eyes still don’t close.

Story idea?

Mr. Card was right. There are thousands of story ideas every day. Just change your perspective.

Congratulations. You have just received a post card from the muse.

The Good Ideas


POST CARDS FROM THE MUSE

The Good Ideas

By Nandy Ekle

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five or six of them. Most people don’t see any. 

Orson Scott Card

 

So where are these thousands of ideas? Everything in your world is the same as it’s always been. The kids fight. The office is business as usual. Dinner must be cooked, kids must be bathed and you finally crawl into bed. Then it starts all over tomorrow.

So where are these thousands of ideas? Everything in your world is the same. Why are the kids fighting? One kid wants his turn on the game console. The solution in the past has always been to give each one a time limit by setting a timer. When the timer dings, he must pass the controller to the next child in line. Only, when the timer goes off, he’s in the middle of a puzzle and nowhere near a saving point. It would be a horrible injustice to force the boy to give up the controller and lose it all. But it’s also not fair to the girl who’s been waiting her turn patiently. So the rule is made that the player must save as soon as possible (within the next three minutes) or allow his character to die. From your place in the other room you suddenly hear the waiting child blurts out, “Will you just die already!”

Story idea?

At the office, business as usual. You boot up your computer and read your email. Pushing the “get work” button, you read a request from a client for a detailed history of every payment ever made. But you’ve been trained and written several of these letters in the past. No problem. You open the other program and realize the client has more than ten payments, each with six different steps to report.

Story idea?

After a day of writing challenging letters, you walk in the door and greet the four other people living in your house–and they all have a starved look deep in their eyes. Oh no! You forgot to thaw something for dinner. Opening the fridge you find a bit of soup, a bag of salad, one and a half carton of eggs, and a couple of bowls of undetermined something.

Story idea?

The kids must be bathed. Yes, they are old enough to bathe themselves, but they must also be coerced to do it. You manage to pull the two wrestling children apart and march them to the bathroom. As you start the water running, the younger one says, “Guess what my brother told me about where babies come from.”

Story idea?

You finally crawl into bed. Exhaustion has crept all through your body and brain. Laying on your back with your head on your pillow, your eyes refuse to close. You have characters running through your head accusing you of all kinds of negligence toward them and their stories. You beg their forgiveness, you’re just too tired to think anymore. But your eyes still don’t close.

Story idea?

Mr. Card was right. There are thousands of story ideas every day. Just change your perspective.

Congratulations. You have just received a post card from the muse.

The Television Set


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The Television Set

By Nandy Ekle

Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. 

–Anton Chechov

 

Betsy walked across the yard. When she came to the steps she went up and knocked on the door. After a couple of minutes, she turned the knob carefully.

OR

The silver disk of the moon hung in the dark sky giving off just enough light for Betsy to see the grass as she crossed the yard. Her foot ached after the fight with Ted, but she couldn’t take the chance of being caught if she stopped to rest. The toe of her good foot suddenly hit the first step toward the front door. Sucking in a silent breath she hobbled up onto the porch. The light from the moon played the old illusion game by making the front door suddenly appear fifty feet tall. She swallowed, raised her fist, rapped, then put her ear to the door listening for the sounds of someone coming to her rescue. After what felt like an hour, which was actually only two minutes, she put her hand on the door knob. The cuts on her fingers from knife burned as if rubbing alcohol had been poured directly on them. Slowly, her fingers closed around the knob and gently twisted.

Well, I did use a few adverbs. But I think the exercise was a good one. Which paragraph gave you the clearest picture?  Now, go try this.