The rain has been non stop, the fall chill has finally started to settle in.  I climb out of bed and begin my daily task of waking the kids, making a hot breakfast, and sending them off to school. 

Superhero of the morning I then busy myself feeding the cats and dog.  I allow my medium black mutt Jenna to run the yard as I find all 8 of my cats to feed.  Not exactly ready for fall I walk the backyard in my flip flops.  My toes begin to turn a nice shade of pink as the soaking, cold grass brushes against them. 

I can’t find all my cats so I set off to the front yard calling for them.  In the distance I can hear a cat’s meow.  Fluffy is notorious for climbing on my roof and getting stuck so I look up to see if I can see her.  Nope, no sign of her on my roof.  I hear her cries become more insistent as I scan the nearby trees.  I use my imperfect ears and follow her meow across the street, I must be getting closer because she is getting excited and her meow is more frequent.  I am praying she isn’t stuck in my neighbor’s huge 200 foot tree.  how will I ever get her out of that?  I can’t see any sign of a feline in between the branches.  I keep moving toward the sound as a furry grey face peeks off the roof of the grumpy old man across the street. 

“Great”, I exclaim.  A bit of a whine in  my voice.  I walk to the side of my house as Fluffy is meowing for me to not leave her.  I grab our old simming pool ladder, it has been lying out in our yard for two years now.  I sigh and begin the walk back to grumpy old man’s house.  “What is he going to think when I go walk up to his garage with my ladder?”  I mumble under my breath.  I set it as close to the garage as I dare.  My stomach is twisting and turning.  “Please don’t see me, please don’t see me.”  I reach up and grab my cat.  I lower her closer to the ground and drop her.  She runs off toward my house.  I grab my ladder and chase after her, not daring to look behind me. 

I reach the safety of my yard and drop my ladder back in it’s place.  Fluffy is rubbing across my legs in gratitude of her rescue.  I pick her up, look her straight into her yellow eyes and whisper, so my other neighbors don’t think I am nuts for talking to my cat, “You are not allowed to go to grumpy old man’s house.  Just stay here in my yard.  If you get stuck on his roof again, I will not save you.”  I pat her head and return into my house.

This scene played out this morning, I was thinking of using it because to me it was kind of funny after all was said and done.  Just wanted other opinions on it.

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    I know that a lot of writer’s use their own personality traits in character’s in their book.   Jane Austin used her whit with Elizabeth, her loyalty with Ann, her romanticism with Catherine, her hopes with Eleanor. 

   I am not a great writer such as Jane Austin, she wrote beautiful stories, but I can say that my character’s do have my personality.  In one form or another.  I am not sure if it is such a good thing. *wink* 

    I would like to know what personality trait you have that you have given to your characters?  I will start.  I love being an EMT.  I love it so much that I am going back to school to become a Paramedic.  One class you have to take is Human anatomy.  We have a cadaver lab and I was involved with working with the cadaver’s.  In fact our class was lucky to get a fresh one.  We got to watch the dissection of the male cadaver.  I can touch the cadaver with no problems, but the smell was horrific!  I could watch the dissection and help hold parts of the body, such as the heart, liver, and colon, but I could not go home and cut chicken.  The chicken grossed me out, not the cadaver.  I have one character that is super sensitive about smells and another that is a nurse, but she can’t stand to cook. 

    I may be extremely weird, but as my teenage foster daughter puts it, that’s how I roll.  I like having character’s that are just a bit off, a bit weird. 

    How about you, what personality traits do you have that you have given to a character?

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Jane Austen once said, “write what you know.  Places you have been, people you have observed.”  That is all of the quote that I can remember, but it stuck with me.  I love history, but I was not around to observe older times.   If I try to write a story that is older than my grandparents, it sounds false.  I have been a bit more successful with my grandparents and parents generations because I have observed them, heard their stories, seen the places they are talking about.   I actually love my characters that are based on them.  I prefer to write stories that are placed in their generations.  My question then is what is your poison?  What generation do you like to drink from for inspiration?  Tell me about your characters in that generation.  Just a fun share with everyone.

Thanks,  Brenna

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Change, it happens to all of us, it is unstoppable. In the past year I have had my fourth child, promoted to EMT- Intermediate, gone back to school for my nursing degree, and had two foster daughters come and live with us. One has gone off to college, the other has just moved in.
All the changes in my life have kept me so busy that I realized I haven’t even worked on my stories for a year. I haven’t even logged in on this site for a year. I have been so involved with my life I couldn’t let any creative flows through. It is time for me to take back one thing that I love and make room for it with all the other things that I love. I am finally getting a full nights sleep and I am not bogged down with loads, on loads of homework! So here is to my summer of independence in writing!
Now, how do I get back into it? I am lost as were to begin. Any help or suggestions would be fantastic

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I love to use emotion when I am writing. I even will bring out an emotion just to see what will come out in a story.  Today I would like you to write about how you felt or how your character would feel the first time you or they  held someone’s hand.

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This First on Friday I want to get some emotion out of you.  I want you to think of the first person you lost either to death or some other form of separation.  I want you to either write about that moment or use that emotion and right a scene for a WIP.  Have fun!

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