25 Things – or — How My Fear of Terri L Austin Gave Me 10 Writing Points
It’s no surprise that I am a fan of Terri L Austin and her amazing ability to consistently write excellent books (and even cross genres). Nope. Anyone who knows me, knows she’s on my list.
So when I decided to wallow in self-pity about my writer’s block, she was there to put the screws to me. If I ever go into the ring, I want Terri as my corner woman. And for what it’s worth, she won’t be throwing in the towel to save my snivelling tuchus. She’ll make me go all rounds. Evil wench.
Her challenge to me, while I was whining today about my narrative plot holes (not holes really, just the one: there is no plot) was to write 25 things which could happen. No matter how strange, boring, expected, unexpected, surreal. Write 25 of them as bullets and see where they take me. I’m lazy though so am only doing 10.
And apparently I’m not to sweat it out.
Then she told me NOT to blog the situation first, but to write them then blog. But as writing somewhat transcends time, I’m totally going to cheat, write the blog first, then do the 10 (not 25) things therein.
The context? It’s an awkward murder mystery.
So, without further ado
- I looked down to see my foot had connected with a vintage Etch-A-Sketch. What was THAT doing at a party like this?
- Kinkaid knew better, but the prospect of leaving a tub full of peach gelatin untouched was too much for him.
- In her rush to make the proverbial quick getaway, Edie stripped the gears shifting to 5th. “Hey!” I yelped. “That’s a 1965 Sunbeam Tiger. Do you know how hard it is to replace the clutch?” “Eff that,” Edi replied. “Something bigger than your blown clutch is about to ram us to Kingdom Come and your precious Tiger is not equipped with wings ….or even a parachute.”
- Stephanie looked embarrassed. Nutella Nutella everywhere a not a, well, what does one do with Nutella?
- Pom-pom sockettes? A nightstand drawer full of them, chromatically arranged into a festive rainbow of poly-cotton blend. Pom-poms facing forward. Easier to grab in a rush, I thought. No flies on this perp.
- Despite my best intentions, I knew I would have to ‘fess up. “Those gloves are mine,” I admitted. “But I didn’t realize they were latex.”
- Kinkaid held my hand tenderly, pressing a soft whisper into my wigged ear. “Don’t look now,” he said. “We’re being watched. If we wish to avoid detection, I suggest we smooch.”
- Finding the luge sled surprised me. I had expected skis or snow shoes. We were a long way from Taum Sauk Mountain and to the best of my knowledge, there were no luge runs there. “It’s not a luge sled,” Kinkaid offered, no doubt seeing the play of questions furrowing my brow. “It’s something quite altogether different. Definitely a third-date thing.”
- Mother was right, but it took me 27 years to find a reason for always carrying a canteen and set of cutlery in my purse as she suggested. “No time like the present,” I said. Kinkaid looked askance, but knew enough to hand me the baby powder. “I know how you chafe,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
- Being limber hath its advantages I thought as I shimmied up the laundry chute.
So that’s what I came up with and as you can see, I didn’t sweat it out.
Thank you, Terri, for making me cough out 10 (not 25, sorry) points from which to leap back into my narrative.
For those who enjoy contemporary romance, please tootle to Amazon to pre-order Terri’s latest: HIS TO KEEP (Beauty & The Brit Series, III). http://www.amazon.com/Keep-Beauty-Brit-Terri-Austin-ebook/dp/B017HX12XG/
And if you have any ideas to add to my 25 things so I actually can reach 25, please add them in the comments.