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Once, a ninth-grade English student said this to me: “You still have dreams? I didn’t think you would since you’re old…er.” I informed him that I fail students who call me old (I was early thirties), and assured him that adults have hopes and dreams too. This small interaction has stuck with me for years becauseContinue reading “3 Reasons We Hide our Dreams”
A couple of weeks ago, I shared the following post on my Facebook and Instagram asking for feedback. Which option is more effective? Which option conveys more emotion? I was very surprised by the responses. They were very mixed. Because I love words and gorgeously constructed sentences (don’t all writers?), I thought that I shouldContinue reading “Sabine’s Hurt”
“Okay, Baxter, this is the year.” The rabbit looked at his reflection in the mirror. He ruffled his snow-colored fur, hoping for a tougher look, then he straightened his bowtie and pointed his white paw determinedly at his reflection. “You are the Easter Bunny. You bring joy and treats to children all over the world.Continue reading “Bunny vs Dad: An Easter Story”
The characteristic moment is the protagonist’s big debut. It let’s the reader know what the character is about and what they can expect from them for the next three hundred or so pages. Boiled down, the characteristic moment shows readers why the main character is worth reading about. Sharing from my work in progress isContinue reading “Snakes- Sabine’s Characteristic Moment”
“The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.” ―Terry Pratchett I finished telling myself the story. The scenes are still in their separate documents waiting for assembly into an official draft of my untitled fantasy novel, but it is all there. I officially entered the revision stage of writing, and it feels veryContinue reading “Revision: Sometimes Writing Doesn’t Feel Creative”
It’s time for a change up! Louisiana Storyteller had now become Ellen Writes. The more I dive into my blog and see what kind of stories and posts I want to write, the clearer my vision for the blog has become. I love writing in a variety of styles and about many different topics, soContinue reading “New Name, Same Stories”
Gaston Vidrine looked down at the ground. He pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows. He was the type of man who needed to mull things over before taking action. The last thing he wanted to do was ask her for help. He found a long branch that was just as gnarled as he wasContinue reading “Trinkets for the Spring, Whiskey for the Gypsy”
Wren worked silently in the moonlight. The gypsy woman who lived in a faded wooden trailer told her that speaking before completing the spell would undo it forever. She drew a triangle in the dirt and traced it with her finger, inhaling and exhaling with every trip around the shape. When she was satisfied, sheContinue reading “The Girl Who Turned Birds into Men”
No warm fuzzies in this one. Some say the feu follets (glowing balls of fire seen in the swamp) are spirits marking the places Jean Laffite buried his treasure.🏴☠️ Legends say he killed a crew member and buried them with the treasure. The feu follets are their spirits.
When my poor Mama left the safety of a well-worn trail and followed me into the pines and cypress trees of Sam Houston Jones State Park, she had no idea that I was leading her into the lair of a beast. Neither did I. It was May 2002, sometime between senior finals and graduation, andContinue reading “The Day Me and Mama got Treed by an Otter”
“Awe. The bananas are brown.” My son’s disappointment grows into a tasty idea. It spreads into a coy smile and arches into his excited eyebrows. “We should make banana bread.” He is nine years old and did not put his laundry in the dryer when I told him to, so he wears his brother’s oversizedContinue reading “Banana Bread”
I challenged myself to journal about the writing life every day in January, and my first prompt brought out some interesting thoughts. What is difficult about writing? The goal was not to stack up the difficulties and make myself feel like I could never climb out from under them but to be honest with myselfContinue reading “That’s Self-Doubt talking. Answer it.”
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