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What’s in a Name Week 2

OWM! I’m such a slacker! Here’s my Week 2 update…a week late.Rose stared out the window and sighed. The smell of the salt-sea air was refreshing, the light of the sun dancing upon the lapping waves relaxing.

She loved to vacation here. For the last three years, they’d come to the same place for two weeks.

And every year, she dreamed of meeting someone who would dazzle her with poetry and sweep her off her feet. She wanted to meet someone who saw the same amazingness in the world around her as she did, who could see the dazzling wonder of a grain of sand, or the brilliant struggle of the newly hatched sea turtles clambering out to sea.

One day. One day.

Would it be today?

What’s In a Name Sample 1

I may only get one sample in for this week’s challenge because, frankly, things got away from me. Though, if you got to see the list, you’d see why and how, but…anywho’s! I’m excited to participate in this challenge as I think it’s a really neat one!

The smell of warm apples ripening on the trees in the heat of the highnoon, Northern Californian sun calmed Sarah to the ends of her toes. It didn’t matter what happened in the real world. As soon as she came back here to her parents’ place, everything was right with her world. She was grounded just walking through the lines and lines of apple trees. How many years had she and her brother spent running through here?

A lot.

Why had she decided to leave?

For money and independence.

And what had that indepence gotten her?

A one-bedroom apartment that cost twice as much as it was worth, a cat who owned her, and an empty fridge.

She should think about returning home. The jobs might be fewer here, but…it just felt better here. She felt like a better person here.

POV Writing Challenge Week 3 Post 2

OMW. I’m late. Okay. Well, here we go. Deep 3rd and we’ve got some very…interesting characters to choose from.

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Photo owned and copyrighted by Katie Johnson. Photo credit: https://katierenejohnson.com/

 

Tooma stood unsteadily on her dainty, wooden feet. Another toy convention. She didn’t mind, however, because it meant she could be out in the world.

And this year, the convention had a magnificent view. Just look at that city. It was amazing. All those buildings. All those people.

All that life.

A choked sob startled. She jerked and looked around. She’d invoked fear before. Lots of times in her three hundred years of “life”. The little girl’s pale blonde hair was pulled back in two matching braids and she clung to the lapels of her coat so tight her knuckles had turned white. She pressed her fingertips to the glass, her breath fanning across the pane in shallow puffs.

Tooma should find the child’s mother, but to do that, she’d have to talk to the girl. Not a good idea. Wooden dolls weren’t supposed to talk, for one thing. Even with today’s advancements. Plastic toys could talk. Wooden ones typically didn’t.

But the girl was panicking and no one was paying attention. Looking around, she carefully walked toward the nearest table and took a large sheet that had been left on the floor. If she stumbled, she would create an earthquake. Just another part of her curse.

Never anger a witch. Ever. Their form of karmic retribution was unforgivable.

With the sheet in hand, Tooma draped it around the girl, pressing her wooden hands along the girl’s coat-covered arms. “It’ll be okay,” she whispered in a child-like voice that hadn’t changed in over three centuries. “Deep breaths, little one.”

The girl jerked, trying to look back.

If she saw Tooma’s wooden face, the panic would turn into screams and then Tooma would probably fall…

And there would be another earthquake. Would she never learn?

“Shh.” Tooma shook her head and hung her head in self-kicking defeat. She should never have gone there. She should never have tried to help this girl. “I’m just trying to help. Use the sheet to blanket out all other senses.”

The girl slipped through Tooma’s hands and stared up at her face, the girl’s blue eyes wide. The girl stopped breathing.

Tooma froze. What would she do if the girl screamed? Run? Like she always did?

“You’re…” The girl’s voice came out in a wispy breath of a whisper. “You’re real.”

Blog Roll:

Frankie’s Wining Room

Katie Rene Johnson

K.S. King

Shannon Writes Things

Corrie Lavina Knight Edits

POV Writing Challenge Week 3 Post 1

OMW. I’m late. Okay. Well, here we go. Deep 3rd and we’ve got some very…interesting characters to choose from.

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Photo owned and copyrighted by Katie Johnson. Photo credit: https://katierenejohnson.com/


Emma’s hands shook. The toys were staring at her. She felt their eyes on the back of her neck. Their eyes felt like spiders crawling up her skin. Momma didn’t understand. She was trying to help Emma overcome her fear of toys, but…

Emma shushed the sob that threatened to come out. Big girls didn’t cry. That’s what Momma said. But…the toys…they were right behind her. Tables and tables of them. All in rows. The loud talking of everyone exclaiming over them didn’t help. It made it worse! The walls closed in on her her, tightening around her chest like a doll trying to kill her.

She stumbled and caught herself on the glass.

Cold glass. The chill ran up her arm and through her shoulders. It pushed away the choke hold like magic. She pressed her forehead against the window. A big city. Lots of big buildings. She breathed in the chill from the window and tried to calm herself. Momma wasn’t helping to make this better. Not at all. She was making it worse. She was going to bring some of those toys home with them. They would be in the car, in their house.

They’d be in Emma’s room.

She needed to find a way out of there. And fast. Before the toys tried to kill her again.

And succeeded this time.


Blog Roll:

Frankie’s Wining Room

Katie Rene Johnson

K.S. King

Shannon Writes Things

Corrie Lavina Knight Edits

POV Writing Challenge Assignment Week 3

We’re continuing the POV Writing Challenge for another two weeks.

 

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Week 2 showed us how to write in deep POV, using the character’s senses as they use them without barrier words.

This week, we’re going to apply those same lessons to deep 3rd person POV. Deep 3rd person POV shares many, many similarities to 1st person POV, except there’s a single layer of separation shown in the pronoun. “She and he” are used instead of “I” and the reader assumes he or she is not the character–unless they choose to slip into the deep-seated POV the author provides.

In 1st person POV, the reader has no choice. They are that character. The end. Have a lovely day.

In deep 3rd, the reader has a choice. They can remain themselves reading a deeply immersive book. Or they can become the character and live the story through that character’s shoes–or eyes.

 

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Photo owned and copyrighted by Katie Johnson. Photo credit: https://katierenejohnson.com/

Sometime in the next week–so before Sunday–write (2) flash fiction scenes (less than 550 words – Katie, it’s getting shorter!). Describe the picture above using deep 3rd person POV and one of the following people in each post without telling us which one your chose by using any of the descriptor words provided:

  1. A ghost hunter scared of ghosts
  2. A geologist whose senses are mixed up (suffers from Synesthesia)
  3. A kid who is afraid of toys
  4. A clumbsy living doll who creates earthquakes when she falls
  5. A dead mouse that haunts the living who loves cheese instead of brains
  6. A living skeleton who is a boneeater

The girls helped me with this one. LOL!

Send me the links to your blogs either in the comments or via FB so I can put the links up here. Then, as we all complete our flash fiction pieces, go to each blog and comment, answering the following questions.

  1. Which character did you choose?
  2. Was the POV deep and immersive?
  3. What did the Voice tell you that wasn’t directly provided in the story?

Good luck!

Blog Roll:

Frankie’s Wining Room

Katie Rene Johnson

K.S. King

Shannon Writes Things

Corrie Lavina Knight Edits

POV Writing Challenge Week 2 Post 2

I think 1st person is my favorite POV ever.

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Photo owned and copyrighted by Katie Johnson. Photo credit: https://katierenejohnson.com/

Some days were harder than others, which didn’t say a whole lot. Most days were a challenge. I watched the old man shuffle down the paved walkway. He shuffled past the loving foster home I’d just removed my client from. Just looking at this place. I’d been able to get here, in a good neighborhood, in a good school, in a good home with people who actually cared about her.

I’d still failed. Mary had still ended up with her alcoholic mother and her abusive boyfriend, whom she’d sworn to the judge was no longer in the picture.

As if I believed that. I didn’t, and I was pretty sure the judge didn’t either.

But the law was the law.

Though, how my other client had lost her kids today was beyond me as well. She…Fuck. She worked. She had a good job. She paid her bills–not always on time. She juggled everything life threw at her. Maybe she got a little too excited sometimes. Maybe she didn’t handle everything with extreme maturity yet. She was a young mother. Maturity would come.

But as soon as her parents had shoved their way into the picture, she’d lost ground and a lot of it. The grandparents had temporary custody–for no damned good reason while an alcholic had succeeded in ripping her daughter out of a safe, secure environment.

What the hell was I doing? I didn’t even know anymore.

Blog Roll:

Frankie’s Wining Room

Katie Rene Johnson

K.S. King

Shannon Writes Things

POV Writing Challenge Week 2 Post 1

Here’s my first challenge post. 1st person is kinda easy for me because of Devices of War. I got over any issues I had with this POV in that series, so this was a little fun!

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Photo owned and copyrighted by Katie Johnson. Photo credit: https://katierenejohnson.com/

I’m not going to hide it it. I realize I should. I realize I should be more grateful to have those thundering apes in my life, but I’ve HAD it! I’m at my wit’s end!

The first thing they did was attack the neighbor with a ball. Now, I’m not saying they did it on purpose. He’s an older man, always walks down the street at the same time every day in his trench coat, whether it’s hot as blazes or not. But it’s the way they handled it. They didn’t say, “Excuse me,” or “Sorry, Mr. Henderson,” or anything. They just whacked him in the head with the ball and then ran into traffic to retrieve the fucking ball! 

But, lucky me, they didn’t get run over and Mr. Henderson was able to toddle off on the rest of his walk, though, I gotta say. He wasn’t walking so straight afteward. I probably should have offered to take him to the doctor.

Then, after they nearly murdered our neighbor, they destroyed my indoor garden! With that same fucking ball!

I don’t know what I want to kill more. Them or that damned ball.

But it didn’t end there. Oh, no. It didn’t end there. They then decided to DESTROY THE FUCKING TV. The TV. The…T….V… Their best fucking friend in the entire fucking universerse.

And THEN they got mad at ME for getting mad at THEM for using that bomb of a ball and destroying it.

And then–because that’s not enough, God, no–when I blew my fucking lid, kept from touching them–because God forbid I do that–and grounded them for life, they decided to be mad…at me! 

Because I made them apologize to Mr. Henderson, clean up my fucking garden and replant everything, and we’re not getting another TV until they’ve earned the money to buy it.

Oh…my…FUCKING…GOD!

Why did I ever have kids?

 

Blog Roll:

Frankie’s Wining Room

Katie Rene Johnson

K.S. King

Shannon Writes Things

Corrie Lavina Knight Edits

POV Writing Challenge Assignment Week 2

We’re continuing the POV Writing Challenge for another three weeks.

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In Week 1’s challenge we discovered a few things. First of all, 3rd person omnicient is all but void. We write it, but omnicient only sells in high fantasy, and that genre isn’t a high seller. Very few people buy those books and few read them.

There’s a greater use of deep third and third limited. Of the two, deep third was the hardest.

In deep third, we, the reader, experience everything in the story as it happens. We don’t necessarily need all the physical directions. We don’t need to know that we’re watching someone, for instance. We just see what we’re watching.

In Writing Deep Point of View by Raine Hall, she talks about barrier words and phrases. Those barrier words and phrases are things like:

He watched

She felt

He saw

She thought

He smelled

They’re barriers because we’re telling that we watched, thought, saw, or smelled. Instead of saying those, in deep third, you would just state what you saw, thought, or smelled.

That was the biggest challenge that everyone seemed to have overall.

So, to help face that, we’re going to write in 1st person this week.

I know. We really didn’t touch on it too much in the original assignment post, but 1st person uses “I” instead of “he or she”. That’s the easiest thing.

The thing that will really help in this exercise, though, is that in 1st person, you, the author, are the character. We experience things as the character does and there are no reasons for barrier words.

The other thing we’re going to focus on for the next three weeks is Voice. Voice is how the character talks and narrates. Sometime in the next few months, we’re going to go to downtown–hopefully when the temperature is above zero degrees–and we’re all going to write what we experience the way we perceive it. This will show our own, individual voices.

Rayne Hall has an exercise in her book. She says to go to a window and describe what you see. Then write it as another person. Each person will see different things and will perceive different things. Some people are very visual. Others are very audiocentric. While others are more kenetic or intuitive. People’s pasts also reflect what they pick out and how they perceive things.

My best friend was hit by a car once, so now she’s hyper aware of cars in a cross-walk, for instance. I have another friend who was raped in an alley in broad daylight, so she’s hyper aware of men wearing red–because her attacker wore red. I used to be a smoker and after I quit smoking, I could smell, so smells will pull my attention away from a scene if it sticks out there.

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Photo owned and copyrighted by Katie Johnson. Photo credit: https://katierenejohnson.com/

Sometime in the next week–so before Sunday–write (2) flash fiction scenes (less than 650 words). Describe the picture above using 1st person POV and one of the following people in each post without telling us which one your chose by using any of the descriptor words provided:

  1. The carpenter who is verbally abusive, socially awkward, and afraid of a common situation
  2. The college student who is greedy, judgmental, and egocentric
  3. The nurse who is addicted to adreneline
  4. The lawyer trying to make a difference
  5. The mother seriously considering jail time in exchange for murder
  6. The rock star in search of Big Break

Send me the links to your blogs either in the comments or via FB so I can put the links up here. Then, as we all complete our flash fiction pieces, go to each blog and comment, answering the following questions.

  1. Which character did you choose?
  2. Was the POV deep and immersive?
  3. What did the Voice tell you that wasn’t directly provided in the story?

Good luck!

Blog Roll:

Frankie’s Wining Room

Katie Rene Johnson

K.S. King

Shannon Writes Things

Corrie Lavina Knight Edits

Weekly Word Update

I did great! Until the weekend hit.

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2,739       Wrote on the bus
2,378       Wrote on the bus
2,311        Wrote on the bus
2,061       Wrote on the bus
 0              Sat down to write and discovered the co-author changed the pace, so what I was                  going to write would have had to be re-written. So, opted not to write it.
1,084      Tried to write…but had to re-read what co-author re-wrote
                Need to re-re-read what co-author re-re-wrote…but need a day off. So I’m                           working on classes instead.

One of the things I need to do is TAKE DAYS OFF. Yes. I need to write because I want to be a full-time author, but even my full-time job lets me have three days off a week. So…I need to re-re-think things.

Also, I might be frustrated. I am a write-through-THEN-revise writer, but I find I’m spending my writing time re-re-reading my co-author projects. So instead of needing/carving out one hour to write, I now need three. I barely carved out one. So…I’m going to have to do co-author books…next month? After Christmas? On the weekends? I don’t know. How do you revise-as-you-go authors write a book when you re-read it everytime you touch it? Like…I don’t GET it!

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