Writing Process–This or That!

I don’t know a writer who doesn’t enjoy talking about their own writing process and hearing how it compares to other writers. I stole this from Katie Philips Creative Services. She’s great and offers lots of wonderful writing services. Check her out!

WRITING PROCESS—THIS OR THAT! What do you need to be most inspired, creative, and productive?

Do you write at home OR at a coffeeshop/cafe? Do you listen to music while you write OR need silence? Do you outline extensively ahead of time OR are you more of a discovery writer? Is your brain fuel of choice tea OR coffee?

1) I love to write in coffee shops just because I find the atmosphere creative. People watching also helps the creative juices flow, but, I do 99% of my writing at home on my couch nest. I’m a big believer in the home. It is the space I work on every day. I am always looking for ways to make my home comfortable, and so if I didn’t write here I would have to realize it’s not comfortable. So, most of my writing happens on Monday morning with my ‘murder’ mug filled with coffee and my pillows and blankets around me.

2) I usually listen to music. I have a Warrior playlist that is music from some of my favorite war movies and shows. I have a Writing playlist that is all sorts of music from different movies. And, I have two different playlists that are all songs that inspired parts of stories, or summed up parts of stories. The first two are mostly just music and no singing. The others are all singing and almost no just music. I have found that if I’m struggling with a scene, I will shut off the music. Silence and talking to myself helps. 🙂

3) I’m a discovery writer for sure. I will usually have a nebulous, fuzzy, wibbly-wobbly goal in mind that I’m aiming for, or a relationship I’m exploring, but the closest I get to an outline is when I doe a fairy tale retelling. Otherwise, the first rough draft version is a story I’m telling myself, which I kinda love.

4) Coffee all the way. Coffee is a long standing tradition in my family and so a cup of coffee is more than just fuel, it is something that has been passed down for several generations. It is something we share. Coffee is a hug in the mug. Writing just doesn’t feel right without it…unless I can make a cocktail, have a beer, or a glass of wine and right. That is equally acceptable.

What about you? What’s your writing process? Which would you choose?


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Little Bear’s Missing Ears

Visit Faerie-stories.com to read this adorable short story about a pair of lost ears.

“Now,” Aunt Abby said, “this is a story for the three littles.”

“Why?” Jules plucked at the old familiar quilt laying in the grass. The Texas spring sun glinted in her earrings.

“Yeah,” Ellie said. “That’s not fair.”

“It is fair, ‘cause I wrote you many many stories when you were little, but I haven’t written these three many stories.”

Bruce and Jude, Constance and Joshua, Jules and Ellie, Imogene and Remi, and Rook grumbled and complained, frowned and fretted.

“Go on, go use your heads and have an adventure.”

“An adventure?” Constance asked.

“We have to go use our imaginations.” Imogene sounded out the long word slowly making sure she said it right.

Remi sighed dramatically.

“I’m a Spiderman!” shouted Jude.

“I’m a dragon!” Bruce breathed fire, flapping his wings.

“I’m Kilo Ren!” Joshua followed behind him waving his arms as he summoned the Force.

“I’m a one-eyed squid!” Rook gave Aunt Abby an over-done eyebrow wiggle.

In a flash, the nine oldest cousins raced off into wild daydreams of superheroes and mythical creatures.

“Now,” Aunt Abby said again, passing out cookies and water to Shannon, Finley, and Iona. “This is a story for the three littles.”

Little Bear

Once upon a time, Little Bear lost her ears.

Finley gasped. “Oh no!” She felt on top of her own head to make sure her hat with bear ears sat firmly on her little red head.

Aunt Abby cleared her throat.

Once upon a time, Little Bear lost her ears.

She searched in her bed.

Under the blankets?

Under her pillows?

Under her pink shark?

Finley grinned. “It’s my pink shark.”

“Shhhh,” said Shannon.

Where had her ears gone?

Little Bear sighed, close to tears.

“Where, oh where, are my ears?”

She hurried to the living room on her little legs.

Under the couch?

Under the chairs?

Under her puppy?

“Phoebe!” Iona laughed. “Ruff-ruff.”

“She barked!” Shannon grinned, giving Iona a little hug.

Not to be outdone, Finley also gave Iona a hug.

“Back to the story!” Aunt Abby said.

Where had her ears gone?

Little Bear cried and cried for her missing ears.

“Where have they gone?”

She peeked in the kitchen filled with yummy smells.

In the cabinet with the snacks?

In the dishwasher?

Gasp! In the oven?

Where had her ears gone?

Little Bear crumpled into a sorrowful puddle, for what is a bear without two little ears?

“Hello, Finley.” Mama Bear came in from the laundry room.

“It is me! I’m a bear.”

“Your hoodie is all clean.”

Mama Bear held out the brown, furry hoodie with two little ears.

“My ears!” Little Bear squealed, all her tears forgotten.

She pulled on the sweater and pulled up the hood, her ears right where they should be. And Little Bear was a bear again.

“And they all lived happily ever after, until the wash had to be done again.”

“Happily ever after!” Finley squeezed her own ears on the top of her head.

“Did you like the story?” Aunt Abby asked.

“I liked the story.” Finley nodded.

“I liked the cookie,” Shannon said. “But I don’t have ears.”

“Yes, you do!” Aunt Abby gently tugged both her ears.

“Ears!” Iona pointed to her own ears.

“She said ears!” Shannon clapped her hands.

“She’s very smart, just like you.” Aunt Abby gathered the three up in a hug, then sent them to go run after the big kids, ears, cookies, and stories all where they should be.

*The End*

I love the Winter Solstice. I love the winter time. I love the dark days and cold weather and hope of snow. But, the winter solstice also makes me melancholy, because I know that Autumn is ended, the days are getting longer, and warm weather is coming. It all passes so quickly. Just like that the summer returns. Just like that I’m waiting for falling leaves, foggy mornings, the chance to wear boots and sweaters, the promise of Christmas, the joy of light in the darkness.

Happy Winter Solstice! I hope the day finds you warm and safe.

Favorite Lines

Jonah climbed up the pile of trash and bodies. He grabbed the high edge of the RoadBlock and pulled up. The pushing fight between the gangs rose back around him. Bullets zinged. Explosions grunted. Hand-to-hand combat gasped. Flames snapped. Death-cries of boys and girls accented it all. Jonah couldn’t smell, but he knew what he should smell: hot rubber, dirty water freed by heat, singed hair, and the cooked end of man.

I have recently finished doing a quick read through The Cost of Two Hands. Now, I’m reading The Sparrow and The Star. My goal is to finish it before the end of the year. I love the Sparrow and the Star, even with all the work it needs. It may be my favorite book written, thus far. Jonah has come into his own, there is so much darkness laced with so much hope. I love it.

I also love this paragraph. It’s dark and hard, but it is a paragraph I would grab my pen and highlight if this was a book off a shelf, and not one I had written. I just love this paragraph.

Quote of the Weekend

Courtesy of Pinterest.

Some day I want to use this as the outline for a Faerie Story.

Quote of the Weekend

He loved soldiers. He had once thought all men who wore the red coat were rogues and thieves, the scourings of the gutter, and since he had joined the army he had discovered he was right, but he had also learned to love them. He loved their patience, their ferocity, their endurance, and their bravery.

This quote is from Sharpe’s Fury by Bernard Cornwell. I love it.

Quote of the Weekend

Image from Pixabay.

I’ve really enjoyed binging through Criminal Minds. I’m sure it’s not super accurate, but it’s not obnoxious, or maybe I just don’t know enough about profiling. I’m sure real profilers aren’t in the field making arrests nearly as often as the BAU are, but I still really enjoy it. I think it’s cause of the team. I love the team. Hotch is my favorite, but the team as a whole is perfect. In season 6, the episode called Lauren, Garcia leaves this message for Emily just before she ‘dies’. I love it. I love this so much! It reminds me of my Scarecrows. 🙂