Novel Journey—Challenges

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Surely I lost weight with all the words that left my brain this week. 11,000 so far, with 4K more to write before Sunday. Not a staggering amount, but it did bring my novel word count up to 40,000, roughly the halfway point. I also did brainstorming on the plot and made some sad discoveries, but it’ll give the novel the midpoint twist it needs. Sort of like real life. Whether it seems things couldn’t get worse, or that everything’s okey dokey, they always change.

On the self challenge to write 50K in the month of March? Yesterday was the 15th. With a 4K day, I was right on schedule to meet the challenge, but I’m waning. May need a bit of encouragement or motivation to keep me pounding out words. Perhaps a prize? Will you give me virtual chocolate if I make next week’s quota of 12K?

 

For Him,

Sarah Elisabeth

 

Out on a Limb

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  I’m finally back on my novel project. Took a short break in February and focused on editing the short stories for my next ebook, which will hopefully release in May! Truly though, there’s nothing better than just sitting down and pounding out a novel.

Still, this one scares me a bit. I’m approaching some subjects I’ve never seen addressed novels I’ve read, things relating to health and such. But what can I say? I have to write the story I believe God’s called me to write.

Feels like I’m going out on a limb, but it beats sitting on it.

 

For Him,

Sarah Elisabeth

 

If I Were...

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If I were a month, I’d be September

If I were a day of the week, I’d be Sunday

If I were a time of day, I’d be early evening

If I were a sea animal, I’d be a dolphin

If I were a direction, I’d be central

If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a desk

If I were a liquid, I'd be hot chocolate

If I were a gemstone, I'd be a diamond

If I were a tree, I’d be a pine

If I were a tool, I'd be a hammer

If I were a flower, I'd be a rose

If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a cool autumn day

If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a guitar

If I were a color, I'd be pink

If I were an emotion, I’d be all of them at once

If I were a fruit, I’d be a strawberry

If I were a sound, I’d be a song

If I were a car, I'd be a pickup truck

If I were a food, I’d be beef

If I were a place, I’d be home

If I were a fabric, I'd be cotton

If I were a taste, I’d be sweet

If I were a scent, I’d be tea rose

If I were an animal, I’d be a dog

If I were an object, I'd be a laptop

If I were a body part, I’d be hand

If I were a facial expression, I’d be a smile

If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be cowboy boots

 

What would you be?

Go ahead and try it on your blog—or in the comments. Be sure to let me know so I can check your answers out!

For Him,

Sarah Elisabeth

BTS—Behind the Scenes of an Indie Film Shoot

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  Filmmaking is hard work. Hard as writing a novel, building a website, or resisting chocolate cake. But with some difficult tasks come fun times you can’t get any other way. In filmmaking that includes the production phase, the time of being on the set, behind the scenes, managing (or creating) chaos. At least that’s what I tried to do (or not do) as second assistant director on Dallas Christian Filmmakers’ YouTube interactive film project this past January. What I really needed was someone to follow me around and pick up my clipboard when I set it down. More on that later.

Day One

I stayed outside the shooting rooms, echoing “Quiet on the set, please!” for those of us hanging out in the hall, waiting to be useful. Someone asked what my “title” was.

“Second Assistant Director,” I replied. “In other words, a glorified PA.”

My friend Elaine, a Production Assistant, said, “Hey, don’t be talking down PAs.”

Adam, another PA, added, “And that’s Pa to you.”

 

The location was way cool. We shot in the historic Ambassador Hotel. It has the oldest elevator in Texas and it can take you six stories to explore each floor. Well, we didn’t do that exactly since a few people live there.

End of Day Two, after “That’s a wrap!”

It all started when I wanted to take my friend, Aimee, to the rooftop via the maintenance elevator. Then I grabbed Jessica and before we made it to the end of the hall, word had spread, and I now had a group.

Kyra scared me to death when she sat on the edge of the roof. I was terrified, and having a blast at the same time. Nice, huh?

Back on the second floor, we needed to finish packing up. But then someone asked if we’d been to the basement yet. The basement? No way could we miss out on that.

The Ambassador is one of the best buildings I’ve been in, and the creepiest. You just don’t want to be on any floor, walk the six flights of steps or ride the maintenance elevator alone. So by the time we went to the basement, we were ready to spook each other. It’s the place where even when someone knows you’re behind them, you can grab them and make them jump.

 

Yes, the roof and basement adventures were awesome.

Oh and my clipboard? Yes, I laid it down to round up PAs to help serve pizza and drinks, run upstairs for cups, and eat before the kids got the last piece. Wherever I laid it down that final time is where it remains to this day, as far as I know.

Fun stuff.

 

For Him,

Sarah Elisabeth