Thinking of Writing - Elinor Skinner (thriller books to read .TXT) 📗

Table of Contents

1 Junk and A Dozen Story Ideas

2 People Make People

 

Junk and A Dozen Story Ideas

 

1st Day of Spring on An Unlucky Year March 20th 2013
 

Twelve story ideas; me think of a dozen at what 11:41 at now? I can hardly type even think well let's see 12 black nights, the stars are nice; I'll like to see them. I know a blind person who wants to see the stars; a solemn girl living off stories of the night sky the moon and planets. Eleven left now, all that reminds me of is when I graduated high school, God hard to believe I was finishing my senior year two years ago. Already been that long and my fiance sleeping on my bedroom floor. Sigh, why is my life always dreary and not exciting like everyone else's right now. Wish something good will happen soon, than again it only happens if you work for it. So why am I Lazy? Looking at my bookshelf to my left I realize I'm fascinated about things that will never happen to me; a life outside of life. To what escape? That's it an escape from boredom; a distant horizon-where to? Well where would I be? Japan; fulfilling dreams of living there, breathing spring, cherry blossoms down the street something enchanting and mysterious air. Hmm that could be two or three ideas there. Back to the rest, a minute to midnight; something about midnight isn't there? A secret, a shadow from a building, dark but strangely snug between the small hill and a stream. Moonlight softening it's hard edges as the sun was unable to during the day. More suited to the coolness and shades of deep blues and greens than the brightness of harsh yellow light only making it seem more dark in contrast. Contrast? Black and white? Oh, I know Yin and Yang, there is always a balance about things like good and bad or just in appearances like night and day. A good girl and bad boy-nah that's typical everyone has faults a spot; yes a spot of yang in Yin and yin in Yang, so one has a fault the other a good point maybe. Yes that makes sense; ow butt hurts sitting to long in this chair; that's better just stuffed a blanket underneath sitting on the top rim of it now. Where was I Oh fault and good point; I'll get back to that later let's see what I came up with;

-Solemn blind girl wish to see stars

-Escape from boredom; distant horizon

-Living in Japan alternate life in springtime

-Cherry blossoms, enchanting and mysterious

-A dark building not threatening, but out of place

-Good girl has fault; Bad boy has good point they find out about the part that doesn't fit

Now I'm getting somewhere that's half done. Let's see six, uh spent 40 minutes just to get that much; think, think, think. Oh now I'm thinking about thinking caps more specifically the song from the first Harry Potter book where the Sorting Hat does a song of introduction. Oh the things that pop into my head, hardly has anything to do with what I'm doing now. I'll get a drink; I'll be back.

Well I got it; swift I suppose....duh duh duhdudahda. Jibberish is all I can think at the moment. Dark lifeless; hardly exciting; what reason is there to keep on going? Was there if anything worthwhile anymore? A soft knock at the bedroom door only mother again; not that she was really mine; none the less she treated me as her own. “Wouldn't you come down stairs?” as she opened the door. “No one wants to see me.” “Still wouldn't hurt to try.” I sighed, it was another open house at the orphanage, though why should I be part of it is no use to me or anyone for that matter.

Wow a good start on something, stops there though, I'll go back to it later. Five more....hmm.. leaves, flowers sitting here on my desk all wilted, petals turned a nice ivory still a little sad but a scent, popuree popped into my head ah..thinking, a place where flowers grow, roses every direction up onto a roof, lay and relax, a trap door leading somewhere else a place half forgotten yet only filled with memories. Bittersweet, joy mixed with a sadness as someone who gave much happiness as missing them puts an indescribable weight. Uhhh... stooop, too depressing, tearing up here, too personal, whatever... okay moving on. Happy actual happy, wait I'm probably not too good at that; don't even really remember what that feels like, okay now I'm actually being depressing. Oh what a soul, I'm nineteen and feel like I'm at least thirty, granted people have mistaken me for being older, I was fourteen and a lady thought I was in college; that's anywhere from putting four to ten years on my actual age! I know-got it someone who always acts more mature than their age; made fun of for it, even teachers and other adults see them as too serious. Oh God been an other 42 minutes let's see now;

-An orphanage open house, teenager hardly see point coming down

-Flowers grow, place of empty memories, to move on? ..fire..pop in here some reason

-Someone; a child always acts more mature for their age; fun of, too serious

Three left, magical threes and charms. Okay that sounded absolutely ridiculous right now, wow I can come up with big words at ten past one in the morning with my brain feeling numb, sort of spiny, been having sinus pressure all day though, uh, and I'm tired. Here we go again..another drink of H2O I think.

A friend, a beach, what I wouldn't give to hear the waves crashing against the cliff side and splashing up onto the sand. A cave maybe, where the roof opens to the sky like a crater opening looking down into the sea, a hut craved into the side a private place; a study.

“If I just lay here, if I just lay here,and forget about the world.” A line from one of my favorite songs, just crashing in my previous thought like the waves... though it would be nice to think of nothing too. Two, Twwooo!! Forget what; was relearn everything; be helped to remember, accept the bad with the good. Forget … a miserable life but remember it to prevent things from turning out the same. Alright just one... me for one of my poems maybe; silence. Broken from something like a warning siren; an urgency; sudden “Fly by night away from here...” wow now Rush into my head, and second song in this paragraph, that's it a plane to where? An awareness leaving something behind. Right so now I have my last three; I believe.....

-A cave opening to the sea with a private study

-Forget only to remember and learn to accept the good and the bad as to avoid the same mistake

-Silence broken by a siren urgency and stealth to get away on a plane; to where?

Yay!! All Done; now I think I can go to sleep; wow took me two hours. Well I'm sure some of my twelve ideas would pay off someday. Who knows? Sleep awaits.

Imprint

Text: Elinor Skinner
Images: Elinor Skinner
Publication Date: 11-17-2013

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Dedication:
As inspiration to this work I thank Gail Carson Levine. As the first chapter I wrote from: "Eureka!" chapter four in "Writing Magic". And for young or any age who wants to write I recommend the book, as it was an other step that helped me continue improving as an Author.