I would like to create a journal for this board, not a real journal, just a place to chit-chat and for me to unload thoughts. Now a journal means different things to a multitude of people, a daily event log of ones life, a place to put free writes, thought processes in the grind to plot that next story, questions that intrigue and stimulate ones better well being and, if I might add, sanity, or just random scribe-ish that border on dementia. What is my idea of a journal and how I my use this particular one? you may ask. All of the above, within board guidelines, of course.
Now the questions turns to what does this have to do with the reader of said journal? Very simple. This will be an interactive journal, if you so choose. You may ask questions, discuss topics of any variety that involve the writing process, state opinions, or just simply say hello; or just merely ignore me. I respond to everything, be it a short or long diarrhea of opine.
Next question. Why would you interact? Why not, I say. What harm could it possibly bring with such a nice person as myself. I like to talk about writing and I like even more talking about plot. We all seem to snag on plot at times. Where is this story heading or where should I take it next? These are all question that have been asked by us numerous times. Lets talk about it. Lets work it out so you can pass that road block and get on with bring your characters to life.
So what else at the moment should I start with in this first post. I guess I should say Hello dont you think?
My way of saying HELLO
Snow covered the rolling sweep of the valley, an unadulterated expansion of glistening white. The winter storm had moved in before the dawn as small flurries continued in the early light. A long curving driveway, lined with large maples that cast tall shadows across the snow, weaved its way to a quaint setting. The trees swayed and branches cracked under the burden of the elements. The fresh smell of winter now replaced the sweet scent of flowers that spring brought froth.
At the crest of a hill, overlooking the valley, sat a warm and inviting place. Looked to be built nearly 170 years ago, this beautifully restored home offered a warm blend of modern amenities and country elegance. I followed the path leading to the home, my feet frozen. I had been wandering around for a while, searching for a hot cup of Java and a place to rest my weary bones.
A dog barked. That would be Shepherd, my trusted friend and perpetual curiosity hound. I look back behind me to see his nose and golden coat frosted with ice as he played freely in the snow. Shepherd bounded from place to place in a playful act of friskiness. He burrowed his nose deep into the snow before his front paws worked feverously to push the rest out of the away, chasing an unseen creature that by now was long gone.
Shepherd, come on boy its getting cold out here, my voice rang out.
The dogs ears perked up at the mention of his name. He poked his nose once more in the snow, barked, and headed back to my side.
Lets go in. Im freezing. The dog gave a sharp yelp and began guiding me back to the pathway that lead upward.
I ascended the stairs, tired, worn, and thirsty. Shepherds tongue hung to one side as I patted his head. I knocked a light rap upon the door. After a brief moment, it opened.
Hello, I said.
Now the questions turns to what does this have to do with the reader of said journal? Very simple. This will be an interactive journal, if you so choose. You may ask questions, discuss topics of any variety that involve the writing process, state opinions, or just simply say hello; or just merely ignore me. I respond to everything, be it a short or long diarrhea of opine.
Next question. Why would you interact? Why not, I say. What harm could it possibly bring with such a nice person as myself. I like to talk about writing and I like even more talking about plot. We all seem to snag on plot at times. Where is this story heading or where should I take it next? These are all question that have been asked by us numerous times. Lets talk about it. Lets work it out so you can pass that road block and get on with bring your characters to life.
So what else at the moment should I start with in this first post. I guess I should say Hello dont you think?
My way of saying HELLO
Snow covered the rolling sweep of the valley, an unadulterated expansion of glistening white. The winter storm had moved in before the dawn as small flurries continued in the early light. A long curving driveway, lined with large maples that cast tall shadows across the snow, weaved its way to a quaint setting. The trees swayed and branches cracked under the burden of the elements. The fresh smell of winter now replaced the sweet scent of flowers that spring brought froth.
At the crest of a hill, overlooking the valley, sat a warm and inviting place. Looked to be built nearly 170 years ago, this beautifully restored home offered a warm blend of modern amenities and country elegance. I followed the path leading to the home, my feet frozen. I had been wandering around for a while, searching for a hot cup of Java and a place to rest my weary bones.
A dog barked. That would be Shepherd, my trusted friend and perpetual curiosity hound. I look back behind me to see his nose and golden coat frosted with ice as he played freely in the snow. Shepherd bounded from place to place in a playful act of friskiness. He burrowed his nose deep into the snow before his front paws worked feverously to push the rest out of the away, chasing an unseen creature that by now was long gone.
Shepherd, come on boy its getting cold out here, my voice rang out.
The dogs ears perked up at the mention of his name. He poked his nose once more in the snow, barked, and headed back to my side.
Lets go in. Im freezing. The dog gave a sharp yelp and began guiding me back to the pathway that lead upward.
I ascended the stairs, tired, worn, and thirsty. Shepherds tongue hung to one side as I patted his head. I knocked a light rap upon the door. After a brief moment, it opened.
Hello, I said.