Write a eulogy for an inanimate object. (ie. “Ode to my Editing Pen”)
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I really hate to have to give any of these books of this series such a low rating, but this one just fell flat for me. The Alexa character I grew to love in the first three has become a whiny child, and Shaz has gone completely off the deep end and become territorial male. There are scenes where I was honestly expecting him to shift and start peeing in the corners. Arys is just, well, being more Arys than usual. Always keeping his secrets that he has now taken beyond the grave, and leaving Alexa in the dark when he could answer a lot of questions if he’d act like he really loved her and just told her stuff.
I was happy to see the Kale character finally come to fruition. I knew by the second book that he felt more than friends with Alexa, and I was glad to see them finally act on it, but really, did their sex scene have to be better than any other sex scene in the book? A love triangle has less interesting sex scenes than a back alley love scene–really? I really hope that the Kale relationship doesn’t disappear because it is obvious that Alexa is what he needs, whereas Shaz is going everything he can to destroy what he and Alexa have, and Arys acts like he could care less most of the time.
If you can push through this book, please do, because I’ve already jumped on the fifth one and the series does get better, but you do need some of the background information from this one to know what’s going on in the fifth.
The hotel door was locked, no sign of forced entry, murder weapon still in victim’s chest. Who did it and why? Write the story.
She stepped from her old, beat up Ford truck and looked around. Her blue jeans and plain grey shirt fit in perfectly here. Small town school in a small town community with no major stores meant that most people were not wearing the latest name-brand fashions. She shoved her keys into her pocket and grabbed her canvas messenger bag. She tossed the camo green strap over her shoulder and slammed her truck door with a heavy thud.
Tightening her long brown hair in its ponytail, she took in the view around her. Unfortunately this town was so small that the entire school system consisted of this one school. Several buildings that looked like derelict apartment buildings were scattered nearby with one central building at the forefront. It must be the main office.
She stepped around a mud puddle with her worn sneakers and approaching the office. She grabbed the handle on the door and closed her eyes. With a hard sigh, she counted to three, paused, then continued to ten. She finally pushed the door open and stepped inside the antiquated school office. The lady behind the desk was pushing elderly, but she greeted the new face with a smile.
“How may I help you, dear?” she asked.
– Excerpt from “Untitled Short Story”
Use the following time and place to write a story: 2:00 AM, Saturday, Bank
I create in many different ways. I prefer to be a wordsmith, but sometimes, I deviate and I make art. Just like there are many different ways to produce a short story or novel, there are many different ways to produce art. I use graphite pencils, markers, inks, pastels, paints. Hell, I’ve even been known to steal my kids’ crayons when the mood hits me.
Art is my secondary outlet. I’ve been asked why I draw when I write so much better. For the most part, it’s simple. I draw because I can. But there are other reasons.
1) Sometimes I just need to spice it up a little. Writing and editing take a lot out of you sometimes. Especially when you have a really stubborn character or scene that just doesn’t want to come together.
2) Sometimes words aren’t enough. Sometimes, when I’m creating a character, or a race of beings or creatures, and even towns, just a simple description using words doesn’t “create” a picture for me, so I draw it. Takes a little longer, but it helps me put the picture to words better when I’m writing. So it’s a win-win situation.
3) If I didn’t use the supplies my husband bought me, he’d not buy me anything else. Lame reason, maybe, but birthday and Christmas are about the only times I get supplies to draw and write, so I better use them or no presents for me.
4) It helps the creativity flow. Writing on lined paper day in and day out feels too much like school to me. So when I draw, and there are no lines to restrain me, and my pencil can go wherever it wants to on the page, it’s liberating in a very basic way. It helps my mind relax, then I’m able to focus my attention back on my current writing project with a fresh look when I’m done.
5) It’s empowering. Holding a pencil in your hand to write gives you a lot of power, but for me, art gives me so many more options for power. Anything that makes a mark on my “canvas” can be used to create. I’ve used pastels, crayons, colored pencils, even mud. Yep, you read that right. Mud. Granted, it washed right off with a little bit of scrubbing, but it was liberating.
Those are just the top five reasons. I could think of more, but they’d probably fall under another heading partially.