My two cohorts at our short story blog, "Black Coffee Fiction", like me are working on other projects.
After moving his family into an apartment and finally a new house in Arkansas, Wade Peterson is back working on his novel. He chronicles his work in "It's a Long Way to the Top". This week he talks about finding ideas: http://wadepeterson.wordpress.com/2013/05/08/why-ill-never-run-out-of-ideas/ He takes a conversation he overheard at a swimming pool and dissects it for possible plots. I expect to see at least one of them in a future short story.
Today, Bettyann Moore posted her latest Porpoise McAllister story at Black Coffee Fiction. Porpoise is an odd character but I suppose he was compiled from the many teenage boys she knew when she was young and later when she met the boys her teenage daughters dated. She stored up her memories and used them as needed. You can find her story here. http://blackcoffeefiction.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-nudge-in-rightdirection-by-bettyann.html
My day to day world is not very big. Seymour is a small town with a population of about 3500. Yet in that population there are so many characters, so many strange stories that I need only walk the aisles of our only grocery store, wander through the library or have a cup of tea in a local restaurant to find the plots I need. Only a dash of imagination is needed to complete the short story. Yet if you asked them, Seymourites would tell you nothing ever happens here.
This is what all writers do. We are observers waiting for things to happen that we can use in our scribbling. In malls, in restaurants, in bus stations we wait for conversations, then we eavesdrop. We watch mannerisms and listen to accents. We are voyeurs. Its a wonder that anyone allows us in public at all.
After moving his family into an apartment and finally a new house in Arkansas, Wade Peterson is back working on his novel. He chronicles his work in "It's a Long Way to the Top". This week he talks about finding ideas: http://wadepeterson.wordpress.com/2013/05/08/why-ill-never-run-out-of-ideas/ He takes a conversation he overheard at a swimming pool and dissects it for possible plots. I expect to see at least one of them in a future short story.
Today, Bettyann Moore posted her latest Porpoise McAllister story at Black Coffee Fiction. Porpoise is an odd character but I suppose he was compiled from the many teenage boys she knew when she was young and later when she met the boys her teenage daughters dated. She stored up her memories and used them as needed. You can find her story here. http://blackcoffeefiction.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-nudge-in-rightdirection-by-bettyann.html
My day to day world is not very big. Seymour is a small town with a population of about 3500. Yet in that population there are so many characters, so many strange stories that I need only walk the aisles of our only grocery store, wander through the library or have a cup of tea in a local restaurant to find the plots I need. Only a dash of imagination is needed to complete the short story. Yet if you asked them, Seymourites would tell you nothing ever happens here.
This is what all writers do. We are observers waiting for things to happen that we can use in our scribbling. In malls, in restaurants, in bus stations we wait for conversations, then we eavesdrop. We watch mannerisms and listen to accents. We are voyeurs. Its a wonder that anyone allows us in public at all.
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