Showing posts with label storytelling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label storytelling. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

VisDare 23: Ornate

Yes, I know it's JuNoWriMo. And you're typing typing typing away like mad.....right?

Of course you are.

But surely....SURELY....you have room in your imagination (maybe even your JuNo WIP?) to include this beauty.

The word is ORNATE.

You have 150 words.

The rules are below if you're not familiar --- this is a low key, low pressure challenge.

Just sink yourself into this image from Victorian London and let your imagination fly!!

Ready.....set.......WRITE.





RULES:

150 words - or less.
Post entry to your blog and "link in" using the link tool below.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments below.
(Please - no erotica or graphic violence.)
As always - thanks for participating!

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

VisDare 22: Flight of Fancy

EDIT - 6/2/13: Somehow I goofed on this VisDare's linky tool. It closes at midnight Sunday, and I do not know how to fix this without eliminating all the posts already up. PLEASE KNOW that the prompt is still "live" until midnight Tuesday EST (June 4th). If you want to post after the linky closes, feel free to post the title and a link to your page in the comments. Or post the whole thing in the comments (if it's 150 or less). Sorry for any confusion!! 

From the macabre last week, to the mystical...

Or is it?

Mystical? Fantastical? Poetic? Prosaic? Symbolic? Realistic? Catastrophic?

You're the writer. You call the shots. Just be sure to do it in 150 words or less.

New to the VisDare? Check out the (short, sweet, unoppressive) list of rules below!




RULES:

150 words - or less.
Post entry to your blog and "link in" using the link tool below.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments below.
(Please - no erotica or graphic violence.)
As always - thanks for participating!

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

VisDare 21: Diverge

I don't know why I've been drawn to the darker photos lately. It probably has to do with my writing Welsan's story, which centers on a man who harvests souls for a living...until the day one of those harvests goes terribly awry.

Research for this book has, naturally, prompted me to research various burial and funeral traditions, as well as how different cultures view death, etc. Story-writing aside, it's an interesting bit of research, and it's churned up some fascinating ideas for me (as a writer) to ponder.

So I guess it stands to reason that the below photo really grabbed me when I found it this past week. It went straight to the top of the VisDare queue, and here it is --- for your flash fiction writing pleasure.

What can you make of this particular scene? Is it necessarily horrific? Symbolic? A moment of unexpected hope?

You know the rules --- 150 words or less!*

New to the VisDare? Rules below!!

* (Unless you're J B Lacaden, in which case it's more like the pirate's guidelines, and you're welcome to write a novel from this photo prompt, too. Hahaha!)



RULES:

150 words - or less.
Post entry to your blog and "link in" using the link tool below.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments below.
(Please - no erotica or graphic violence.)
As always - thanks for participating!

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

VisDare 20: Climbing

The coolness of this photo knows almost no bounds. I think I have a WIP (work in progress) that needs this as part of a scene.

What scene comes to YOUR mind when you see this?

You know the rules! (And if you don't - I've posted them below the photo. So check them out!)

PS: I am almost almost almost ALMOST finished with grading my mountainous slew of research papers and final exams. Comments on last week's VisDare from Yours Truly are coming --- promise!!




RULES:

150 words - or less.
Post entry to your blog and "link in" using the link tool below.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments below.
(Please - no erotica or graphic violence.)
As always - thanks for participating!

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

VisDare 19: Mirror

Since last week's VisDare introduced a humongous fish, and so many of you gave such great whimsical "fish tale" twists on the photo, I kept with a ocean theme this week as well. This is great for you add-on storytellers, but if you do poetry or one-off creations I think this one works just as well.

And with this being finals week, I am slowly emerging back into an online presence, including more regular comments on VisDare entries. It's been a wild few weeks --- thank you for being patient with me!!

But for now....on to the new prompt!!

New to the VisDare? Check out the rules below!!




RULES:

150 words - or less.
Post entry to your blog and "link in" using the link tool below.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments below.
(Please - no erotica or graphic violence.)
As always - thanks for participating!



Wednesday, May 1, 2013

VisDare 18: Inspect


Made it back home from North Carolina just in time to post the next VisDare.

I am absolutely going to bed as soon as I hit "publish," but I am also very excited to see what it is this particular photo sparks in way of VisDare entries. It's one of my favorite photos, and has been for a while.

New to the VisDare? Check out the rules below....!

*falls over into a deep and dreamless sleep atop her computer*  Zzzzzzzz......




RULES:

150 words - or less.
Post entry to your blog and "link in" using the link tool below.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments below.
(Please - no erotica or graphic violence.)
As always - thanks for participating!


Wednesday, April 24, 2013

VisDare 17: A Cat's World

WELL.

After the sombering events of the last few days, I decided to rearrange the VisDare prompts and push something more whimsical to the forefront. Those of you with add-on stories - or who simply have a love of exploring the whimsical and unexpected - should like today's photo, taken by the one and only Henri Cartier-Bresson and taken from this tumblr account here.

What do you think the cats are up to? No good, I'll wager -- or maybe a great deal of good? I suppose it all depends on your viewpoint on the necessity and lovability of cats. :)

As usual, the rules to participate are short, sweet, and to the point, and can be found beneath this photo.

Looking forward to some more whimsy and mayhem from my writing pals!

PS: It has been suggested lately (by other readers) that some blogs might consider adjusting the "captchas" on their websites to make them more commenter-friendly. I'm certainly not telling anyone what to do with their own intellectual property; but it is worth pointing out that those sites that require more steps to sign onto usually have significantly fewer replies. Food for thought...

Take a look, and post your link below....!




RULES:

150 words - or less.
Post entry to your blog and "link in" using the link tool below.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments below.
(Please - no erotica or graphic violence.)
As always - thanks for participating!

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

VisDare 16: Vacant

After last week's ghosty theme, I automatically scheduled this photo, for all my add-on storytellers to use.

Monday's events in Boston, however - coupled with a local police chase here that unfolded at the exact same time -  have made this a far more poignant photo - at least for me.

Take it as you will - as an add-on from last week, as a way to wrestle with the tragedy in Boston, or as a way to offer up hope on the same. Say it in poetry or in prose. It's your call.

I'm truly curious: Where does this field of chairs take you?

One additional note: I am swamped just now with some work and family obligations which have negated my attempts to read everyone's ghost stories from last week. Please know that I will catch up --- I just need to fulfill my obligations first, and it will take me about a week or so. So please don't feel slighted if you haven't heard from me in a while -- it's not from lack of love for the wonderful talent my VisDare pals possess, I assure you! You guys rock my world (and that's the truth).

With that said....take the photo to heart, and fill it up. Please.

New to the VisDare? Check out the (very short list of) rules below!!



RULES:

150 words - or less.
Post entry to your blog and "link in" using the link tool below.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments below.
(Please - no erotica or graphic violence.)
Be sure to read the other entries and leave constructive feedback!
As always - thanks for participating!

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

VisDare 15: Unanswered

OK. I'm putting this one in for all you horror/suspense/ghosty storytellers.

You know the rules - keep it PG and not too graphic (I have lots of younger students who like to visit this page after all) - but even so I want to see what you atmospheric types come up with. Unleash your inner Hitchcock on this one - as you dare!

The original title of the photo (at least that I can find) is: "The Five Ghosts." I think it was used as the cover of a music album...?

Whether you write about Five Ghosts - or Four - or Two - or Ten Thousand....it's up to you.

Or use it literally, as the multi-exposed photograph that a skeptic would insist it is.

What do you think? Give this photo a history!!

You have 150 words.....use them well!

(Rules below!)


RULES:

150 words - or less.
Post entry to your blog and "link in" using the link tool below.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments below.
(Please - no erotica or graphic violence.)
DON'T FORGET: Click on other entries and give feedback to your fellow writers!
As always - thanks for participating!




Saturday, June 23, 2012

Jellybean, Licorice, Vonnegut, Line

Time for the next installment of the Visual Storyboarding series! 
(Previous entries have been bookmarked for you at the end of this post.)
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KINDS OF TIMELINES: 
JELLYBEAN, LICORICE, VONNEGUT, LINE


Now that we’ve discussed (a) why we storyboard and not merely “plot”, (b) how to visualize our hooks, and (c) how to pull together the factual AND visual details for our respective novels --- the next step, then, is to craft a timeline of events that your characters must endure for the sake of the story.

The good news? 
Timelines don’t need to be ultra-specific - only enough to keep you on track with where your tale needs to go.

The challenge? 
Since this is visual storyboarding, you'll likely need at least two different kinds of timelines, and possibly all four.

Which four kinds of timelines do I mean? The ones mentioned in the blog title, of course: Jellybean, Licorice, Vonnegut, Line.

But in true Angela fashion, I’ve given you the list of timeline forms in reverse order. Let’s start with the last one, shall we?

LINE TIMELINE:

This is the form of timeline that every schoolchild knows. A basic, straightforward timeline that gives the general idea of which event happened first – you know, to show that Napoleon lived before Ronald Reagan, or that the sinking of the Titanic did NOT happen during the Third Crusade.

A basic line timeline looks something like this:


Simple enough, yes?

So when you first sit down to work the timelines for your novel, this is usually your first step. Go ahead and get the obvious out on paper – not in paragraph form, but in this simple line form, so that you can have a quick reference to make sure your novel doesn’t jump the tracks and diverge into the opium fields somewhere.

You may have already done this part, of course. If you have, you’re ready for the next kind of timeline:

VONNEGUT TIMELINE:

This is the timeline idea that revolutionized the way I plot my stories – and, as you might have guessed from the name, the idea was given to me by the old wisecracking surrealist writer, Kurt Vonnegut himself.

More specifically, I learned about this style of time-line-ing when I first sat down to read Vonnegut’s best-known novel, Slaughterhouse Five.



I refer, of course, to the first chapter of that book, which explains how he came up with his hypnotically fractured story about time-sliding Billy Pilgrim. More specifically, he explains what aliens and a disillusioned middle-aged man have to do with Vonnegut’s own experiences during the bombing of Dresden (WWII), which he and his comrades narrowly survived by hiding out in a concrete slaughterhouse (from which the book derives its name). 

The part that changed the way I saw story-plotting was Vonnegut’s own confession on how he started to draw out the idea for Slaughterhouse Five:
I had outlined the Dresden story many times. The best outline I ever made, or anyway, the prettiest one, was on the back of a roll of wallpaper. I used my daughter’s crayons, a different color for each main character. One end of the wallpaper was the beginning of the story, and the other end was the end, and then there was all that middle part, which was the middle. And the blue line met the red line and then the yellow line, and yellow line stopped because the character represented by the yellow line was dead. And so on. The destruction of Dresden was represented by a vertical band of orange cross-hatching, and all the lines that were still alive passed through it, came out the other side.
Now – I don’t know if that description makes any sense to you, but it sent off massive amounts of light bulbs in my head. Holy crow, I thought. That makes so much sense! I could see at one whack where all the major characters are, where they fall in and out of the story, who crosses into the climactic conflicts, and so on. I could totally do this.

And when I did the serious storyboarding for Castle 8, that’s just what I did. I taped together several sheets of typing paper end to end – fourteen feet of it – and spent five solid days during a January ice storm laying out my Dresdens and colored lines and battlefields.

The result looked like this:

"The beginning of the story." First half of the behemoth 14 foot timeline, spread across 
my desperately-needs-vacuuming floor. This is how I spent the five days I was stuck 
at home during the ice storm of early 2011.



"All that middle part, which was the middle." What you see here has 
changed somewhat now; I’ve dropped some characters and shifted the timeline. 
That happens when you write, at least to a point. 



"And the other end was the end." The other end of the 14 foot timeline. The broad yellow stripe 
indicates the huge climactic scene of the series. I gave myself another foot 
or so of space afterward, to allow for adequately handling the denouement of the tale.

Some of the timeline has changed, but most of it is still structurally sound. I refer to it frequently, because this shows me at one glance where each character is in relation to the major events happening in my tale. Moreover, because my series will become increasingly complex in the overlap of characters’ lives, I will refer to it still more as the tale progresses. My fourteen foot timeline may look like overkill, but for me – it’s a lifesaver.

LICORICE TIMELINE

So you’ve got your Vonnegut Timeline ready (or we’re pretending that you have). Now you realize that even within the overall harp of colored lifelines, there are some finer points that need their own timeline. Maybe there is a very busy three month period in your tale where a lot is going on – OR maybe your story doesn’t cross years (like mine), but a series of weeks, and a narrower range of time-line-ing is in order.

That’s where laying out a licorice timeline will help.

An incomplete licorice timeline. With very short, squat licorice strips. 
(But not quite a jellybean timeline, even so.)

I call it a “licorice” timeline because it looks like someone’s laid out those long, thin rectangular strands of Twizzlers and given them funny labels, and took away the color. I did a licorice timeline for a nine month stretch of Castle 8, and while it’s not completely finished (or accurate), the current format still helps me understand the necessary structure of those nine important months in my characters' lives.


JELLYBEAN TIMELINE

But what if you need to break events down even further? What if there are a few days in your narrative where everything is happening at once, and in several different places?

That’s where a jellybean timeline will help. It works essentially like the licorice timeline, but with shorter, fatter dollops of information on a Vonnegut trajectory. I recently had to create a jellybean timeline to get a better grasp of the opening five days of my story, and the result was this:


 See the cute little jellybean shapes? Or maybe they're more like gumdrops. 
But "gumdrop" doesn't quite catch the rhythm of the "jellybean, licorice, Vonnegut, line" jingle. 

OTHER THINGS TO REMEMBER ABOUT STORY TIMELINES:

·      I am severely OCD when it comes to timelines. Yours doesn’t need to be so neat, or so anal-retentive.
·      Not all of these timeline types will apply to your story. Most of you will need only one or two, and which ones you need may vary, depending on the project.
·      It’s always advisable to do the standard line timeline at least, just so you know where your major events fall, and what those major events are.
·      EXPERIMENT. I’m sure there’s another way of handing the timing aspect of things that I haven’t covered here. Use what works right for you.


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If you missed the earlier Visual Storyboarding episodes, you can follow the following links to catch up:

     PART ONE: Storyboarding vs Mere Plotting

     PART TWO: Building on Your Hook

     PART THREE: Chasing Down the Details

Questions? Comments? Let me know in the comment section below!

Monday, March 5, 2012

FSF: Enchanted



Time for another Five Sentence Fiction entry! 
Here is my contribution to Lillie McFerrin's weekly challenge:

Enchanted

Harsh defiance stood between her and freedom, though she could not see it. She was perpetually sore from straining against it, her face splayed grotesquely against the transparent wall, while the rest of her body folded into a cage so narrow it took up virtually no room. Though so cruelly distorted, her vision was not - a cruel gift by those who had ensnared her. She could see through her glass wall into a vibrant world, full of life and beauty and color - a dream from which she was forever barred.

And all because she was gifted in one pitiful strand of prophecy, enabling her to tell dangerous flattery to whoever muttered: "Mirror, mirror, on the wall..."

Thoughts? Comments? Let me know in the comment section below!

Monday, February 20, 2012

(Do You Have a) Life Novel?




I've been very busy lately. VERY busy. What with traveling, teaching, and other work obligations, I've hardly had time to turn around and look at my shadow. Pile on that the added complication that several family members have been racking up frequent flier miles (so to speak) at various hospitals lately, making the past six weeks especially rocky.  Funnily enough, it's at times like this that I feel the strongest urge to write.

Writing is a long-standing habit for me. I started my first journal in second grade* entirely on a whim - I'm not even sure where I got the idea to do such a thing (maybe from my teacher?) - but it certainly marks a major turning point for me. Looking back, I'm inclined to think of that moment as when I truly became a Writer.

I haven't journaled faithfully over the years, though during certain seasons of life I have journaled religiously, and in large quantities. What's interesting to see is the steady trajectory of my life that has been mapped out over the years, in the hodge-podge of notebooks, fancy journals and oddments of typed paper stuck together in old report folders.

This past weekend I was home all day on Saturday, with the hours to call entirely my own. It was such a luxury, I wanted to spend it well. Some of that time I spent rereading old journal entries.

Talk about being transported to another place entirely! If I am never published for the public to read, at least I have the novel of my life written - or it will be, by my journey's end.

Here is a short sample of some of those entries:
December 27, 1983: Today was icy cold. There were even icicles on the volkswagon. Thursday is to be even COLDER. Maybe even SNOW!(**) 
October 16, 1989: Mondays are always kind of looney, but this one was really strange. I don't really know why. Maybe it was because everyone was in a good mood today. That almost NEVER happens. Anyway, I had a pretty good day, except for lunch. _____________ wasn't at school today, so Annual Staff was sort of depressing. We seem to get this kick out of harassing each other. 
September 3, 1994:  Today we went traipsing about in Papa's gardens, picking whatever was ripe. Tomatoes, eggplants, bell peppers - we wrenched them off their dewy bushes by the handfuls. We inspected the fig tree, but Papa said those fig-buds wouldn't be ripe for another three weeks. We then loaded ourselves down with baskets and grocery bags, and went to the back yard to pick pears. The tree was so heavy-laden with fruit that two large branches had broken from the weight. 
February 17, 2011: Today went by the used book house...and purchased six books. One is a beautifully illustrated 1946 version of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. The other is a 1980 compilation of the correspondence of F Scott Fitzgerald. Apart from my propensity to gravitate toward obscure books (the Correspondence, not the Rubaiyat), the Fitzgerald purchase was a real guilty pleasure...I've decided that between [reading] Mornings on Horseback, Mary Chestnut's Civil War Diary, and now Fitzgerald's Correspondence book, that I am being fairly chased back into journaling again. And it's about time.

(*) The big topic of importance that started my very first journal entry? I had a glass of Five Alive with my afternoon snack. Big news, folks!!
(**) Big news for central Alabama, folks. Trust me.



NOTE: I didn't go a whole fifteen years without journaling...but even so I can see a distinct and sheer drop in my journaling once I had steady and increasing access to the internet....

Ugh. Internet vs "old school" journaling.

Knowing how journaling has defined me over the years really makes this one of my snarky little soapboxes. Obviously I love the internet --- I wouldn't have a blog if I didn't --- but I've got to keep my boundaries clear and well-defined.

I can't give up my old-school journaling. I can't be unfaithful to my original Self.

Do you journal, even sometimes? Is it s safety valve, a creative outlet, 
or a natural extension of your love of writing?

How do you journal - with pen and paper, into a computer file, 
scrapbooking, or something else? Let me know in the comments!









Friday, February 17, 2012

Fairy Fiction: She-Between-Rivers


NOTE: The usual weekend silly link will go up on Sunday, February 19th.

For now, I must post an entry for Anna Meade's beautimous blog contest. Check out the details at her blog, Yearning for Wonderland. (Short version of the details shown below, along with a glowing roster of participants.) Don't forget to read the other magnificent entries!


She-Between-Rivers


Considering the conditions, it is not surprising I crashed. A twilight patrol through the farthest reserves of Yellowstone in winter is asking for trouble and, ranger or not, I should never have gone alone. 

All I remember is the frozen floor of the valley rising to meet me at an alarming angle, and at a speed that suggests I crashed the snowmobile spectacularly - a death-inducing maneuver from which I should never have awakened as I did: sprawled upon the ice, shivering and blinking at the stars above me. 

I shivered again, and sat up. In the near distance, a herd of bison watched from an exposed hillock, near a wind-blown tribe of arthritic conifers. I thought I remembered seeing them just before my world-tilting crash - just as they were now: waiting, silent, alert.

Has no time passed? I wondered. I shifted on the ice, tried to ignore my chattering teeth - and nearly swallowed them in the next moment. 

A body lay on the ice beside me, pinned by the upturned snowmobile.  Even before I stared into the ice-purpled face, I knew who it was.

I can't be dead. I'm freezing cold, I told myself. 

My death-self was blue and stiff. I shivered again. Ghost or not, I was cold - and naked, I realized with bleak humor. Worse and worse. 

A dark shadow moved near me, and I jumped. One of the bison had moved away from its herd and stood before me, gilded in frost, questioning me with its fathomless eyes. Then it lowered its great horned head and spoke.

"Welcome, She-Between-Rivers," he said. "We have waited long for you."

I blinked.

"My...name is Holly," I squeaked.

The bison stamped a heavy fore-hoof. "You are She-Between-Rivers," he repeated. "We know who you are. Do you?"


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Thursday, February 16, 2012

FSF: Exquisite

Still need time to get some Real Life things in order before returning to the regular blog posts. BUT.....couldn't resist this week's Five Sentence Fiction prompt from the lovely Lillie McFerrin:


Exquisite

Notre Dame surrounded me, swallowed me whole into her sacred depths, the bones of her old pillars holding up centuries-old flesh with strength undaunted. I journeyed into her hushed darkness, her vaulted chest soaring above me while the rustling breath of other souls eddied around me: joyous, worshipful, attentive, their whispers inhaling and exhaling with the pulse of The Lady as she drew us farther in.

Glorious arches lifted in silent ranks on either side, capillaries drawing soul-whispers into candle-lit niches where prayers swirled and sighed, and fed the watchful shadows of countless patient years. But I was drawn deeper into her echoing chest, pulled toward the far end where a magnificent rosetta window - richly crafted with vivid stained glass - pulsed with the flicker of heavy afternoon light.

I stood before the altar, basking in the streaming colors, and let The Lady's Heart bleed over me.


Love Notre Dame Cathedral.....I'd give anything to go back.
You can keep the rest of Paris. I want to go see My Lady again.