For today’s writing prompt, I’m borrowing an idea from Saturday’s HeartLA writer’s group presentation given by my friend and fellow writer, Christee Gabour Atwood. In this exercise, you will be creating your inner writer superhero. Think of superpowers you would like to have as a writer to make your writing successful. Example: a photographic memory allows you instant access to all of your writing research and you have the ability to transfer your words to the computer screen with just a thought. A super imagination can also be a superpower, so let it run wild and claim as many superpowers as you like.
“We all look normal on the outside, but there’s something inside us fighting to get out.” – Christee Gabour Atwood, In Celebration of Elastic Waistbandshttp://www.christee.biz/
You have purchased an antique desk that once belonged to a well-known author. This author can be alive or deceased. You are able to correspond with the author through a secret compartment in the desk. Write a list of questions you would ask this author.
“You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.”
As I was sweeping up the week’s worth of cat fur from my two feline companions, I started thinking about all of the things I mindlessly throw out. Take the cat fur for instance. Look at how much I have after just one week! In a few months time, I could have enough for a nice sweater. Cat fur is soft, right? Granted the color isn’t pretty, but with Rit red-violet #131 and a few knitting skills, I could have a cozy sweater by Mardi Gras 2013–provided the Mayans were wrong!
Just in case you’re wondering…yeah, I’m going to look like this in my Mardi Gras cat sweater…I wish!
You have published a best-selling novel and you’re now waiting to go on stage and accept an award from your favorite author who is presenting it to you. Describe that perfect day in your life from start to finish.
“I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.” – John Steinbeck
You and your pet are waiting to see the vet for a yearly exam. If your pet could talk to you, what would the conversation sound like? Write a page of dialogue pertaining to the upcoming exam.
“If you have a good ear for dialogue, you just can’t help thinking about the way people talk. You’re drawn to it. And the obsessive interest in it forces you to develop it…”
Q: What do you, as a romance writer, read?
– Willa G.
A: As a historical writer, I read a lot of history and reference books. I have an extensive library of both that I rely on to make my stories authentic. When I read for pleasure, I most often read romance.
Johanna Lindsey and Kathleen Woodiwiss are my all-time favorite romance authors. I also read books
by Celeste Bradley, Jenna Peterson, Cassie Edwards, Julia Quinn, Janelle Taylor and Heather Graham.
I’m not a writer of horror or anything remotely spooky, but I do love a nice cemetery. On my list of the best, most beautiful cities of the dead, Bonaventure, in Savannah, Georgia, is at the top of the list. I find solace wandering among the graves of the dearly departed under the moss-laden oak sentinels. My family thinks my pastime is a bit strange, but is it really? I view it as socializing with the bodily impaired. These people lived, loved, laughed and cried as we all do. Each person had a unique story which is remembered by loved ones and marked with a personalized stone.
Located on a bluff overlooking the Wilmington River, Bonaventure was an 18th-century plantation which was transformed into a private cemetery for the who’s who of Savannah. Eventually, it was open for public burials. Writer, Conrad Aiken, and lyricist, Johnny Mercer are among the residents. Savannahians hold such high opinions of Bonaventure that they say “it’s better to be dead and buried in Bonaventure than to be alive and living anywhere else in the world”.
Of the residents, Corinne Elliott Lawton is my favorite. She had a sad ending as suggested by her morose expression and the victory wreath which slipped from her hand and rests at her feet. All accounts of her life indicate that Corinne had fallen in love with a gentleman below her station, and she was forced into a loveless marriage with someone else. She drowned herself in the river the night before her wedding. Her beautiful, haunting monument was sculpted by Benedetto Civiletti of Palermo, Sicily and reads: “Allured to brighter worlds and led the way”.