Category: World of Fiction
|Posted by Sarah Elisabeth under World of Fiction|
Nonfiction gives it to the reader straight, a great approach to subjects and themes relating to the human soul. Still, confronting a subject head-on is something we don’t like, especially if it’s unpleasant or downright horrible truths about ourselves.
Enter fiction. We step back and watch someone who’s more real than our next door neighbor and recognize bits and pieces of our own heart in action. We see ourselves from a safe distance.
Cancer, loss of job, car accidents. What good can come of the trials and troubles beating our already weary bodies back into the dirt from which we came? In the midst of crisis, a direct message or true to life story draws too real of a comparison with our own situation. The pain deepens with the continual burn of “why?”
Enter fiction. The more realistic, the better, yet it still lets us hold the pages away from our wounds while applying a salve we didn’t know it contained. We evaluate our agony from a safe distance.
|Posted by Sarah Elisabeth under Inspirational Fiction, Novel Journey, World of Fiction|
I’m giddy. Last Thursday morning, as I prepared for work and family and friends coming in from four directions, nearly an entire novel downloaded into my brain. In my heart, I believe the download was sent by God and I couldn’t wait to scan through it.
On Monday, after work ended, company left, house cleaned, laundry done, freelance work caught up, I sat down to capture the virtual world I hope will become my debut novel. Yes, I’ve written other novels and novellas (starting more than I finished) but none of them are publishable in their current condition, maybe never. This story is different. I hope.
Lord willing, the first draft begins January 18 and ends April 18. I’ll keep a journal here on the blog of this creative process, to help me stay on track and accountable.
|Posted by Sarah Elisabeth under eBook, World of Fiction|
I’ve had my Kindle Touch for almost two weeks, and I’m head over heels in love with this e-reader. Sure, there are things I wish were different about it, such as a faster web browser (don’t count on doing much browsing), but I knew what I wouldn’t like about it going in. No surprises.
One thing that did surprise me was I bought mine at Wal-Mart. I just felt better buying local where I could take it back if it was a lemon, without hassling with shipping. And it helped me take the step to actually pluck down the money if I knew I could take it back in fifteen days.
For those who find an e-reader in their stocking this Christmas morning, or like me, got it early, here’s eight pretty sweet things you might want to know:
1. Send personal documents for free. This is super cool. I can send my current work in progress (WIP) to my Kindle and read/make notes on the go. It also gives me a different look at the words, similar to printing it out. (Saves me bookoos of paper and ink)
Now, there are two ways to send docs to a Kindle. The first will cost you money. But if you know me, I pinch every penny til the copper bleeds. (It took a month to talk myself into actually buying my Kindle) (more…)
|Posted by Sarah Elisabeth under Inspirational Fiction, World of Fiction|
Everyone’s making faces at me. I want to cry, so I do.
They keep making faces. I breathe and scream as loud as I can. Then something bright catches my eye. I look. It’s waving back and forth over my head. I twist, trying to see better. It lowers to my nose and tickles it.
I smile and giggle. They stopped making faces and I look around at them again. There’s so much to keep up with. (more…)
|Posted by Sarah Elisabeth under Heart Thoughts, World of Fiction|
Okay, that was a little dramatic. But I did cry once through my grin.
My mama laughs sensitively if the subject of my growing up years enter a conversation. I never wanted to let go of childhood. I remember asking her, “What can you do as an adult?” Stumped her there. But I soon learned. Still, when something triggers a memory from those glorious years I thought was life, warm fuzzies dunk into my heart and bring back a tear on the rebound. Such a beautiful girlhood.
As I sorted each stuffed animal by family, I found it hard to recall all their names or even who was married to whom once upon a time. “Is that your mama?” I asked them. I don’t think they cared. They were quite exhausted from the years of play my brother, Jon, and me put them through. I took group pictures and thought about the story worlds we created. In the afternoon long process, I realized how important those days were.
Aha! This is where my imagination began developing. No two of these critters were alike. No family was alike. They had their own voice, made their own decisions. I learned how to create compelling stories. After all, if it couldn’t keep the attention of an eight and ten year old, we moved on. (more…)