Welcome back everyone!
The Ole Master Plan has moved and she’s sporting a makeover (work-in-progress) and a new purpose. I’m very excited. In my first blog post last January, I posed the question, “Can I write for 30 minutes a day?” Well, folks, we’ve choo-choo’d right past station. In January, the plot was vague, the characters faceless, and the point of conflict a bit watered down.
I’m now juggling four main characters trying to steal the mike (Points of View in the biz – ha!), three conflicts, and a main theme. In fact, I’m a bit overwhelmed. But there’s nothing like watching a wee little scene in my head turn into four pages on the screen. I’m still facing a lot of research and have two characters who need motivational counseling. Poco a poco. Then come the rewrites, edits, and more rewrites. But I promise to share a snapshot of my progress every now and then.
In the meantime, while working out my novel, I let my blogging get out of hand. She took all my writing time! Not cool. So, we’re going to be more focused and scheduled.
You also know I love photography. I have no great skill at it, but am hoping to learn more. The photos that speak to me are those that make me wonder: What’s going on there? What are they saying? Why do they look happy/upset?
We will now combine the two. Let’s have fun taking a photo and using it as inspiration to answer the above questions. We’ll practice our picture-taking while priming our “what if” imaginations.
Are ya with me?
The above banner photo shall be our first photo.
The girls collapsed on the stone bench, thankful for the shade, grateful to find space. ”Did your guidebook say anything about 4 o’clock village chat time?” The others shook their head. But every bench was taken, and the village was lined with benches. Men and woman all sat in knots, their voices rising and falling in the Italian pattern I had thought was an American exaggeration of the original. A few locals had broken out their card tables, picking up where they left off from the day before.
An old woman sat down next me, followed quickly by a younger woman. The old woman spoke sharply and the younger answered back. They stared into the distance, speaking quietly, but they did not smile. They definitely did not smile our way, at the obvious Americani on holiday. Why should they smile? Lemon gelato could not fix the pain that arrived with the daily mail.
If you have another great idea, please comment and share!
Sigh… it’s good to be back.
– Girl Parker