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WordPress.com Daily Prompt: Can’t Drive 55

Take the third line of the last song you heard, make it your post title, and write for a maximum of 15 minutes. GO!

by Veronica Louis

Sand Castle

Photo : Brent Hathaway

Hello. My name is Sanjie. I’m five and I like to draw and I like to talk a lot. My mommy says I talk too much. But I think it’s good to talk because talking makes me get better words and get other people to tell stories to me. And there’s a lot of stuff in my brain and I like to talk so that they come out of my brain and I can share with my mommy what’s in my brain. And I feel better when I do that.

I like going to the beach. We go to Plattsburg beach each year. Mommy says we were going there since I was a baby. But I don’t remember. My favorite thing to do is to go in the water. Mommy always puts the yellow jacket on me. She says it keeps me safe. But it’s hard to move around like I want in the jacket, in the water. It’s like I’m wearing ten sweaters with no sleeves.

One time I went in the water. And when Mommy wasn’t looking, I left the yellow jacket on the sand. And I was swimming ok. But when my feet did not touch down, I was not swimming ok. I was scared. My feet couldn’t touch anything. And I swallowed water. And my head couldn’t stay over the water line. So I just stopped kicking and I went down. I wasn’t scared anymore… there was nothing I can do. I was sad. (more…)

Update on My Book

August 22nd, 2013 | Posted by Veronica Louis in Turning 30 | Writing - (1 Comments)

by Veronica Louis

Quote from Virginia Woolf: So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.

Image: WriteAtHome.com

This website’s theme, “10,000 hours,” is about spending a significant amount of time doing one thing until becoming an expert at it. But regardless of the becoming an expert part, the bottom line is to find something you love to do, and to do it, a lot.

In my case, while I love doing so many things, such as designing and teaching, my main focus right now is my writing. More specifically, working on my novel, I started this project at the beginning of the year, and after many false starts (four to be exact), the current book stuck and the words kept on flowing until the characters, plot and story development were solid. I just recently hit 40,000 words of my first draft and I’m giving myself a congratulatory pat on the shoulders.

What’s great is that I see the end in sight. I know my destination, so I know I’m going to get there. I’m not quite sure if there will be stopovers and detours along the way, but ultimately I know where my characters and story are heading, and because I know this, everything falls into place. (more…)

by Veronica Louis

Purple female stick figure and Green male stick figure

Image: Veronica Louis

I came across an interesting entry in the journal my English teacher made us keep in high school.  I was 15, and I thought writing about color gender was more meaningful than writing about my future. Yet, I have to agree with my 15-year-old self, when she wrote that the difference between Honey (my English class journal) and other males, was that Honey, understood me.

 

October 7, 1998

My Future*

(*The topic may be subject to change without notice).

Dear Honey, I decided to change my handwriting for this entry. Which one do you like best? Like this or like this? Like this is faster but like this is nicer. Anyways, for this entry, I’ll stick to like this. (more…)

Describing the Indescribable

August 3rd, 2013 | Posted by Veronica Louis in Authors | Writing - (3 Comments)

by Veronica Louis

The  Little Prince Illustration

Image: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

There are times when I’m upset, I turn to writing to break down my emotions into words, transcribing sentiments into strings of letters and spaces. Perhaps that is why the word indescribable has always intrigued me, because by definition it’s something that cannot be described. Essentially, using the word indescribable to describe anything is a paradox.

I believe that there are no limitations to manipulating words to express unique or “indescribable” sentiments. Just like the rapid brush strokes on canvas can capture motion and the photographic composition can reflect nuances of light, writing can depict the depth of one’s soul.

Perhaps that is why the classics stay alive, and comfort us like dear old friends, long after their authors have left our realm. A good book can never die because a good book captures the essence of life. (more…)

WordPress.com Daily Prompt: A to Z

Create a short story, piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet.

by Veronica Louis

“Are you okay?” asked Xavier.

“Been through worse,” answered Talia.

“Can you stand up?”

“Dunno,” Talia said as she tried to push herself up.

“Easy does it,” Xavier said while gently placing his hand on Talia’s shoulder.

“Forget it, I think it’s broken,” Talia groaned.

“God damn this corrupted city!”

“How about you go for help?”

“I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“Just go,” insisted Talia. (more…)