Writing Prompts that inspire

writing prompt

I love these writing prompts from iAuthor on Twitter. It’s true a picture can tell a thousand words so when given the inspiration of a photo to write the first line, or maybe the middle or end of a story, the juices flow for the insanely sick minds of writers. Lol. A fun way to start the day. Watch out world my mind is open now and ready to create a horror of events. #awritersworld #loveit

Here’s my first line for the picture prompt:

As I awoke from under my bed, I realized the sound of the beating heart wasn’t mine.


Hidden messages in books

As adults we struggle with daily life, relationships, jobs and such. For some of us the struggles start early. Memories of bumps in the night. Scary shadows and mean people. No matter where we came from or what our life was like as children we make choices that lead us on a path. Not always the right path but it’s still a path in life and like words that we can’t take back once spoken, we can’t walk backwards and erase the past.

We look for strength to move forward. Perhaps it’s though friends, parents, siblings, church, within ourselves or books. I wrote several hidden messages in The Eye of Lies. Have you deciphered any of them? If you’ve read the book then you might have noticed  numbers and quotes. (I’m not a numerologist but do believe in the meaning to numbers) When writing the book I connected with my characters closely.  Especially Journey, she became my hero.

An abused child, she held her head high and did what she could to survive. But it was the faith she had deep within her soul that kept her going each and everyday. In the story I added hidden meanings that helped make her a strong woman. Sometimes we as people over look the every day meaning to life. We wonder why GOD put us where we are today and what’s in store for us, even through bad times.

As most authors there’s more to a book then just a story, there’s messages. We read and put the books down, not giving it much thought as to why they wrote the book. What inspired the story. (Fiction) We fall in love with characters, the story line or scenes.

Like in the new movie Annie my favorite scene is when they fly over New York City in a helicopter. (Now added to my bucket list of things to do. lol) But it wasn’t just the scene, it was the message that was conveyed.

Next time you read a book take a minute and reflect on the meaning of the words. The dialogue of the characters and what the story meant to you, either as a writer or a reader.


Walking in the shoes of judgment

We all do it. We judge others by their looks, color, smell, height, weight, disability and such. It’s a nature of humans and as much as we try not to it happens in some way or another. It can be cruel or funny, like when you see the tall skinny guy wearing stripped pants that barely cover his knees yet he’s also wearing sandals with black socks. Okay fashion police please. It could be his style and he’s out spoken for his looks, that’s okay he’s the one wearing it and likes the looks he gets. For others maybe it’s the only thing they can afford at the thrift store or hand me downs from one who cared to put clothes on a less fortunate person.

As I was reading comments on a post from another social network I started to think about when I write stories. I do a lot of people watching for research. The expressions of faces, clothing, styles, emotions. Everything about the human interactions of others. I love to think about what another person life must be like by the way they walk and carry themselves.

The other day I was watching my grandkids play at a indoor bounce house. I sat by the door and watched parents, grandparents and kids come through the door. An older lady caught my attention. She was as round as she was tall. Her arms were full of tote bags, snacks, back pack, and a diaper bag. A little girl walked up and handed her dolly to her. The woman’s face  showed love towards the girl but at the same time was like, “how am I supposed to hold that too.” She raised her arm and the girl placed it under her pit then ran off. The woman looked around and dropped everything at the nearest table. In the larger bag she pulled out a canister that was maybe 12 inches high. Attached was a long clear tube. Seconds later a man walked up pushing a child wheel chair. In it was a thin frail boy. The woman placed the tubing under his nose and behind his ears. The man picked the boy up in his arms as the woman placed the canister in a strap and buckled it over the mans’ shoulder.

The boy, excited, threw his head back and giggled. I had to tear up and smile myself, he was so happy. The man walked over to a smaller bounce house for toddlers and placed the boy just inside the opening, Kids were jumping around as the house bopped. The boy laid on his back as the man stood just outside with the tank. I think every adult around stopped what they were doing and cried at the joy the boy was getting out of bouncing.

But as we all know happy things come to an end. One mother walked up to the man and must of said something to upset him. He reached in and took the boy out. He kissed his forehead and headed back to the table, placing him back into the stroller. The older woman must have known what was said, she smiled at the man and they sat quietly for a few minutes staring blankly through the crowd of giggles, screams of happiness and joy of other children.

It made me sad.

I noticed the one tote bag and tried to read all the words. SUPPORT SAVI is what I saw. Curious I googled it. The disease is called STING-associated vasculopathy with onset in infancy (SAVI). It’s an autoinflammatory disease, involving an immune-system malfunction that causes prolonged inflammation that in turn can damage the body. It can cause death in children.

As I finished reading the article I saw another woman walk up to the man and lean down to the boy. She picked up his hand and started talking to him. The boy rocked back and forth and smiled. Then I heard her ask why the man took him out of the bounce house and if he’d bring him back because he was having so much fun. Not to be nosey mind you but they were talking over the noise of the place. The man pointed to the woman who came up to him and said she asked if he take the boy out while her son was playing in it because she didn’t want to be responsible for any injuries on his ‘disabled child’. They must get those words a lot since neither one reacted to it, instead abided by the request.

This other woman shook her head and said, “No, he has just as much right to be here as her son, please bring him back, if she doesn’t like it her son is capable of enjoying other bounces. The man said it was okay he was fine watching. The woman insisted, stood up and motioned for some of the other parents to come over. I saw several follow and even the one that asked them to leave.

A discussion started about the boy and the woman said she didn’t know his situation and just by his ‘looks’ it scared her and didn’t want blame.

Judgment is the unknown in a world that is so black and white these days.

The grandmother, as I learned, said her daughter works six days a week trying to support her son and daughter. He doesn’t get to enjoy many things in life that other children take advantage of so coming to the bounce house when they can afford it was special to him. They understood her concerns and told her it made them happy just to see what joy he can have in his final days with them.

Well those words silenced everyone, I swear I think the whole place got quiet and I realized I wasn’t the only one who over heard the conversation. Eyes locked on the boy, a younger man asked if he could take him down the huge slide as his own son stood by his side. The grandparents looked at one another and shook their heads yes.

By the time I left there a group of strangers had become friends. And this group of friends had a better understanding of children with needs. And the best part was a lesson of not to judge others by their looks or the shoes on their feet without wearing them first.

My own granddaughter has *Angelman syndrome so I can relate to those grandparents.



Death before birth

Before I wrote the Eye of Lies I had to create a main character for the story. I was asked by my instructor to first write the obituary of the character. Now how do you do that before you even know what you’re writing about? It was actually easier then I had thought. I created the person (female) and wrote about her life as I would have thought my female MC would be. From birth to death. I pulled apart her life, added the good things, job, school favorite foods, places, parents, and siblings. Where she lived and so on. By the time I was done I had the making of her profile and the beginning of a “friendship” she had become my favorite character. I created her life and it was a journey.  So as I revised the story, once I wrote it, I changed her name.

She became a character of inspiration and strength.  As people read the story they related very well to her and liked her as much as I did. Who knew you could create such an awesome character by burying them before they are even born. Lol

Heaven, Purgatory and Hell

Purgatory design

No matter what, the sun will rise and another day goes forth. There are times we are stuck in purgatory between Heaven and Hell, with decisions, choices, and life in general. It’s hard to think about tomorrow when the past can’t move forward.

Routine as the days may become we have to decide if purgatory is a place, we want to be. Do we stand still and let the past swallow our feet like the sand under a wave? Or, do we step forward and look into the sunset and make the choice of tomorrow? A new day, a better day. We don’t have to drag the past into the future. Every minute of every day is a choice to breathe, a choice to live and make changes to our lives. It’s a new beginning to the end.

It doesn’t take money, it doesn’t take friends or family or a new job. It takes the decision to move forward on your own, in your own way and mind.

The most successful people are the ones that make the change that matter the most to themselves. YOU.