Each Fallen Leaf A New Opportunity

September 5, 2013 / Alysia / 1 Comment

First Lines

August 29, 2013 / Alysia / 4 Comments

Just because I am working hard on edits for my last novel does not mean I was able to stop myself from plotting and jotting down ideas for my next. I have been playing around with the opening lines for a week or so, this is my most recent attempt.

How do you know if what you find is real if you’re not looking for it? The question didn’t make sense to her, it frightened her. Before she agreed to the end, she had to find the beginning.

Let me know your thoughts.

Editing My Experience

August 28, 2013 / Alysia / 4 Comments

The entire month of August I have been working my way through a very new experience. Over the last few weeks I have completed my first round of editing on my recently completed novel. This marks the first time I have gotten serious in the editing process of any of my longer works.

It was a surprising experience. At times some of the sentences were not even English and then they would be followed by great works of grammar. Not entirely sure how that happened but at least part of it was readable.

I found that I can enjoy my own writing in a way that I could not have predicted, it was over all an eye opening experience.

Is it done? No

Do I need to dig even deeper into my scenes and characters? Yes

Do I believe it has legitimate potential? Yes

Am I looking forward to round 2? I am as excited as when I sat down to write the first sentence.

Anyone else have this same kind experience in the editing process?

The Poem Within pt. 6

August 27, 2013 / Alysia / 1 Comment

Passion

August 26, 2013 / Alysia / 3 Comments

Escape

August 16, 2013August 16, 2013 / Alysia / 2 Comments

People say that desperate times call for desperate measures. Desperate may not be the most appropriate word for the situation but it would garner the desired results.

The exact moment it happened could not be deciphered. All that he understood was the need to flee became more than a passing thought but a way of life.

Money as always was tight, he had only dollars to spare. Time was even tighter, he would be lucky to find minutes to spare.

If he didn’t get away he was certain the anxiety that racked his body would cripple him. Consequences be damned, he had to do this for him.

Ever so slowly he made his way across the room and grasped at his last resort. Flipping open the cover, his fingers slid across the page, his eyes adjusted to the text, minutes later his was gone.

A Sentence Disappears into a Poem

August 8, 2013 / Alysia / 11 Comments

Anything can create its own time and significance.

Anything can create its own time.

Anything can create.

Anything.

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As I was browsing around looking at different blogs in the poetry section I saw something similar to this and thought I would give it a try. It is really makes you consider your word choice and sentence structure. What I enjoyed most is when you write out the first complete sentence you have no idea where it is going to take you.