 Action/Adventure: January 08, 2014 Issue [#6095] |
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This week: The Eyes of a Child Edited by: Leger~  
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The Eyes of a Child
My sister visited me over the holidays. For ten days. Ten days. Yeah...
While there were moments of stress because I'm no longer used to little kids and their high rate of speed, the chaos and mayhem that was every day was so much fun I wouldn't trade it for the world. Add in a couple grandchildren and I'm surprised not much was broken. Note I said not much. We visited some sights in NJ and NY, ate more donuts than I thought imaginable, and laughed a LOT.
On the last day of the visit, the guest beds were being taken apart and my eight year old nephew was looking at the egg crate foam layer I put under the sheets for extra comfort on the futon. Not that kids need extra comfort, they'll starfish out and fall asleep anywhere, but I like to make things nice. He was looking at the foam and said, "what if this whole room was foam?" Yeahhhhh, what if? We talked about throwing ourselves around and bouncing off the walls like a superball. Then he imagined clips to cling to the bumps in the foam to hang furniture. It was an all out brainstorm. I think I was out-brainstormed by an eight year old.
This newsletter is to remind you to look at the world with a child's eyes. Forget the rules of gravity. Forget social norm. Cover your walls with egg crate foam and bounce around some. And while you're clipping your desk to the wall, don't forget to write. Write the silly stuff. Write what happens when you say "What if?". It might not make a lot of sense when you're writing it, but let your fingers and mind flow. You might read it later on and brainstorm your way right into a story.
And while you're at it, don't forget to ask that lonely person on the sidelines to join in. Write on!
This month's question: Have you had a great story evolve from a brainstorm session?
Send in your replies! Editors love to know what you're thinking...
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Excerpt: Where would he have rubber bands?? Desk. Desk, where’s the desk . . . living room? Bedroom? No desk! Who doesn’t have a desk? I’ve gotta hurry. Jesus. How long before bodies start to smell? Steve was a compulsive bather, so I’ve got a few extra minutes, here.
I don’t even know if he’s dead. I should check that.
Excerpt: Night after night, I was assailed by the noises. After a few weeks my cats became so accustomed to the nightly performances they often slept right through them. I wasn’t so lucky. There were times when fine grit would drift down from a couple of the larger cracks near the ceiling to tickle my nose into powerful sneezes. That always woke the cats! But never a clue at to who or what my nocturnal guests could be.
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A tale of Rockabee, a town in the drop of Alder sap by the Giant's Grave in Cong, Ireland
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Excerpt: You mustn’t look at him when he speaks to you. If the red-vested man locks his sparkling gray eyes onto yours, you cannot say no. You will find yourself following his directions to the Giant’s Grave to fetch his medicine in the alder tree just beyond it.
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What if superheroes were ordinary people? Summer's gifts are more than meets the eye.
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Excerpt: What a waste. Forty-six candles, three perfectly good books of restaurant matches, two finger burns, and four hours slaving over an industrial-size pot of steaming, savory, to-die-for chicken cacciatore, all for nothing.
It's a damn shame, and I don't understand it. How do I keep attracting these losers? What does a good looking, intelligent girl have to do to get some action in this worn-out city?
Excerpt: “So… tell me how it happened?”
“C’mon, It’s not important.”
“Humor me, it doesn’t look like you’re going anywhere.” George looked around the hospital room. He stopped his gaze at Earwax, the Super Hero, stretched out in the motorized bed, trussed up tighter than a Thanksgiving turkey.
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Excerpt: Unsure of what to do with the day, we’d started the morning with a leisurely stroll through Shanklin’s old village. Personally, I was hoping it would turn too hot to do anything but laze on the beach but knew from experience Mother would have other ideas. A holiday with my mother is about as relaxing as a fortnight backpacking through Iraq.
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Excerpt: Jason polished the lenses of his camera carefully, keeping his eye on the door. Any minute now, it would open and she would walk in - the country's most famous celebrity chef, the Kitchen Cherub. His ticket to success.
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This month's question: Have you had a great story evolve from a brainstorm session?
Last month's question: Have you created an underground world or species? What are they like?
The Run-on King PDG Member replied: Hi there! In my space opera I am dealing with the ruins and war of a Empire that dominated a sector of the known universe. This is just the stage for the real conflict of taking back the whole universe. With a war on that scale I have whole planets where the Empire stored their robotic battle fleets. I use the under ground in both my two completed novels in the series I call "A Tale of Worlds." I found under ground writing to be a great challenge, but it solves so much on descriptions you don't have to over describe a tunnel, or a cave. Like you some times get into with surface scenes.
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