Tuesday, August 7, 2012


Your muse seems to be writing itself.
Maybe you're not in control of what you write.
There's a Ghost Writer underfoot.

You're the ghost, write your observations of the author's writing process!


  1. As I watch her turn her classical music on and sit and think, I think of what a magnificent writer she is. Smart and yet has a grip on society. Sensitive and yet sticks to her opinion through thick and thin.
    Yes, she has to leave for soccer practice! I can read her work!She has magnificent fluidity and a way with words. I think it is because of what has happened in her past. She takes her emotions and puts them into words and feelings.
    She doesn't know it yet but she will be seeing me in a few days.
    Excuse me but I am Alexander, and she is Addison. I have been observing her and I have to take her to save my paranormal world. By the way the year is 2012.

    1. Abi, a good first draft of an intriguing story. From your early pieces, I see you have a lot of promise. As any writer will tell you, the key to writing is writing and re-writing. Work your words like clay and you'll sculpt winning fiction every time. Good work.

    2. Thanks, I appreciate you feedback. I have been reading for a long time and I thought that I might be able to get a good book done. But, you have to WANT to write at that moment, not have to FORCE yourself to write. So, I have bits and pieces here and there, even thought I am 12, I might knock my English teacher's socks off!
      I have been getting feedback from De and my aunt. I was having a rough time fitting all the details into one thought bubble, so I had a quick little writing session in my head,

    3. Abi, Have you tried to outline your story ideas? I do that on the occasions where the words just seem a mess. It keep me focused and on task. You have good ideas. They just need to be developed. Move sentences around re-write pieces and add where you think the story seems a bit thin. Experiment with different styles and see what you like. I started writing at 13, so I understand your desire sometimes giving your muse a hard time. Stay with it. Hang around Flashy Fiction as try some of the older prompts to vary your body of work. And we're here to lend an ear or offer advice if you're in a pinch.

      One thing I'll tell you about fitting all your ideas into one "thought bubble". Don't be afraid to write a few shorter paragraphs trying to make each one a complete idea. It will flow better if you try not to squeeze it all together. You'll be fine. Just stick with it.

    4. I can try outlining. I usually have a notebook with me and I write down some ideas when they come to me. I love English because you can use what you learn and mold it into what you want. I will try some of the promps and see whta comes to me.


    Penelope sat in her study. Once her husbands den, she had claimed it from underfoot when he had the audacity to die on her before their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Surrounded by her beloved books and her feathered quill waiting to be usurped from the well, she was of a mind to write.

    She was the author of several books, putting her on par with Browning, and the Bronte sisters, and Alcott. And her style was rather random. She could perfectly mimic Samuel Clemens (which she preferred to Mark Twain), and she loved to emulate Whitman. But she grew impatient. Penelope dreaded to be kept waiting.

    Her pampered Persian cat began to stir. Chantel rarely fussed. It was finally time. Penelope closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she opened her eyes, they remained rolled back into her head with only the whites visible.

    With implement in hand, Penelope started to scratch the nib across the parchment rapidly. Pages flipped and fell; she blotted as quickly as she wrote. Page became chapter; chapter turned to volume, and thus she created.

    With the last word written, Penelope slumped face down on her writing desk, smudging India Ink on her right temple. Her eyes returned to normalcy. Her session was over.

    Penelope raised into a more formal sitting position, brushing a tendril of brown hair behind her ear. And she spoke to no one in particular.

    "Thank you, Mr. Wordsworth! That was a remarkable exchange!" she smiled very much pleased with herself.

    "And William? Let us be prompt next time I summon. I hate to be kept waiting" she resounded a final parting shot.

    1. That was amazing! I loved it. Very fluent.

    2. Walt

      I loved the clarity and individuality of this character's voice. I could picture her age and station without the photo. Thanks.

  3. I guess Penelope got the knack of writing, he :-)

    1. I know haha! She has a "Little helper" Haha :P