Technical writers or non fiction writers scribble to pay the bills and for the love of the analytical or the exercise of truth or deception.

Fiction authors write to illuminate their world or escape it.

Whichever kind of writer, it's all about staying alive and helping or entertaining others.

The Writing Life

Like most writers, I have a love of reading and the power of words. When I was younger, I read everything I could get my hands on, but I don’t consider myself well read. I consumed books like a starved person, so quickly I hardly knew what I had read. By some strange process of osmosis, I learned from everything I read, but I cannot give you an erudite discussion of characters, plots, or authors. I can only tell you it’s lodged some where in the core of my being and informs my writing.

In addition to reading, I’ve spent a life time writing---from that first elementary school composition to my college days when I studied French literature and wrote explications de texte. Along the way, I fell into technical writing--to put food on the table and pay bills. In the 90s, I had the good fortune to take a dialog class with Sol Stein, former owner of Stein & Day publishers in New York and a prolific author. That led to his California-based writers’ group, Chapter One. It was a rigorous, ego-bruising experience, but I was intent on learning everything I could about fiction writing. A few years ago, I also had the good fortune to study with another writer, Louella Nelson, an experienced romance writer and teacher of fiction writing. She provided a different perspective and balance to my writing.

My novel, DREAMING OF LAUGHING HAWK, a mainstream, Sixties era novel, is available on Amazon in print and ebook (also available in Canada, Europe, Japan, and Brazil). Download a free sample. If you like it, I hope you'll download the book and post a review on Amazon.

Friday, October 7, 2011

October 7th - Challenge No. 22 - Rock Candy

This week's Romantic Friday Writing Challenge:

        Elizabeth skipped ahead of Collin on the beach, stopping just long enough to scoop up an abalone shell. She spun around and offered it and its pearly iridescence to him, anticipating his smile. He took her offering and slipped his arm around her shoulder. Her arm encircled his naked waist.
        “You’re a cheap date,” he said, fingering the shoulder strap of her green two-piece bathing suit. His eyes were wrinkled from squinting into the sun and his hair was blown into corn silk drifts across his sun burnt forehead.
        “I’ll cost you more than you think,” she said, pulling him closer. “So much it would take your breath away.” She felt the power of those words burn through her skin like the sun’s rays.
        He looked far ahead toward Santa Monica pier and the Hippodrome. “Ahh, a gold digger like all the others, is that it?”
        She laughed. “It’s not your gold I’m after.”


        “What then?” he asked.
        She walked quietly in his embrace, digging her heals in the hot sand, rolling her hip against his.
        He squeezed her arm. “If not my gold, what then, fair maid?”
        She looked in his face and summoned the courage for truth. “Your soul.”
        He gave her a startled look. She swung herself loose, grasping his hand, twirling around him, pushing him ahead of her and plowing her feet through the sand. He quickly caught her up and held her tight while she giggled and struggled to escape, unable to be held too close.
        “I’m yours,” he said.
        Elizabeth cocked her head to one side, unsure that anyone could be hers.
        Collin squeezed her shoulder. “Don’t believe me?”
        She planted her hands on her hips. “How many women have you told that to in your life?” It was a troubling thought.
        “Oh, so you’re the jealous type?”
        “No, I am the center of the universe type. I will have no other goddesses before me.”
        He laughed, no doubt because he thought that was a weird thing to say. But Elizabeth was thinking he had better understand her meaning. If she was not the center of his universe, she would not linger there one moment longer.
        “Can we ride the merry-go-round?” she said to change the subject. “I love all those wild-eyed horses, spinning ’round, up and down. And I want some rock candy too.” She craved a crazy sweetness in her life.

5 comments:

  1. Hi,

    Oh, very romantic and airing other worldly (goddess) effect. Loved the descriptive elements. ;)

    best
    F

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  2. His soul, AND candy, too. Collin may in for more than he bargains for.

    Love your garden art slideshow, btw.

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  3. I'm wondering where this might lead. Intriguing.

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  4. Dear Linda,
    Why don't I write like this? I ask myself when I read your text, here. You get your characters to embrace the universe! While mine run and hide!
    You have written a lovely text, that makes the reader (me) wonder what will happen next.

    By the way: I agree with Beverly Diehl. Your garden slide-show is delightful. I also like your portrait. The red blouse suits you well.

    Returning to a discussion about writing, I am thinking about sending my protagonists to a workshop with your leading characters. My girls need to learn how to be more feminine, yet more commanding.

    Best wishes,
    Anna
    Anna's RFWers' Challenge No. 22-'Rock Candy'

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  5. You tease us with the super naturally and love as an abandonment to the truth. Very cool and so well written. Two thumbs up.
    Nancy
    N. R. Williams, Fantasy Author

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