It’s Tuesday again and you know what that means: Sharpen those quills. It’s story time.

Let’s see what y’all have for this picture.

You can find this image here.

Now go write that story.

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Sarah is writer looking for an agent. She is currently working on novel # 4, editing novels 2 and 3, and querying novel # 1. For more insight to her work, visit: http://legendoftheprotectors.wordpress.com/ or http://legendoftheprotectors.blogspot.com/

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So again, I will post a picture, and a story. (Story will be in comments.) You add your own story, inspired by the picture.

Here we go:

Picture found here.

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“O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.”

~William Shakespeare

Today, we’re going to do something a little different. Most Tuesdays I post a picture that acts as a muse to inspire us to write. Today, I want to know what your muses are. What normally inspires you?

Is it song?

A certain picture?

Another writer?

All these things have inspired me. I am privileged in always finding something to write about, even if it’s not always what I want to work on. But my main muse would have to be my husband. I feel the way he’s given me confidence has helped me more than anything else.

Next comes, music. I’ve always loved dance. To feel the music beat through your body. Feel the emotions it stirs, until your body must move to meet the beat, the harmony, the lyrics. Writing is a dance of my soul. As I sit at my computer, the lyrics are not always noticed, but the beat and melodies pump through my body and soul, telling me what to write. I do not write as well without music playing in the background. Sometimes softly, sometimes in a demand to be heard.

“Spend time every day listening to what your muse is trying to tell you.”

~Saint Bartholomew

Before we start writing, to we take time to listen? Are we calm? I cannot write well if I do not allow myself to feel the emotions of my character. The music I listen to often reflects how they feel.

“Health is the first muse, and sleep is the condition to produce it”

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

I freely admit, sleep is my downfall when I write. As in, I don’t get enough. I stay up too late, because the kids are in bed, and I can write uninterrupted. My health is pretty good most days, but I do know if I don’t exercise and sleep well, I’m not at my best. (We’re going to share a guest blogger’s post on this next week.)

“Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you cannot bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond the pain.”

~Saint Bartholomew

We’ve all borne great pains in our lives. Why not turn them into a muse and build from them. The best told tales come from those where heartache had been involved.

Everything can be turned into good if you simply write it.

So now you know how I write. Let me hear from you. Where do your MUSES lay?

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Why not. I missed the chance to share a picture and a story Tuesday, so we are doing it today.

Remember, write your story before you read the others. I will post my story in the comments as well. Have fun, and let the creativity begin!

Here is the picture:

The link to this picture is here.

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It’s Tuesday. Ready to write the start of a new, absolutely to die for novel? Well, here we go.

Everyone write a story for this Picture. (Mine will be in comments also.)

Let the games begin!

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So today, we are writing about our first date. I expect much better stories than mine! And please, keep everything PG-13.

I sat in my friend kitchen, eating my first ever Kiwi fruit, and listening to Tiffany’s Should’ve Been Me. Her brother, one of my best friends, came in and we sat around and talked. Prom was quickly coming up, and I decided I’d better find someone descent to go with. Her brother and I went to church dances all the time together, so I asked him. (We went to different schools.)

He graciously agreed.

My dress:

Yeah, pretty close. Just light pink. And I’m not a pink person. But when your aunt takes you shopping and buys everything for you, because you’re the second of (I think we had eleven kids at the time, no, Mom had just had number twelve) thirteen kids, you take what is offered. So pink fluff was what I got.

So I ride with my brother to our cousin’s house in Longview, Texas, a whole twenty miles or so away, and get ready for the prom. Big hair and lots of hairspray later, my date picks me up and we go to one of those Japanese restaurants that cook in front of you. We have friends around, and had a great time.

The dance started around seven-thirty or eight, so we drove back to Gilmer’s Yamboree Building. Or did we have the dance at the Country Club? Your mind tends to get hazy after twenty years, at least mine does. So we dance, laugh, have fun. My dad is a chaperone and my big brother Joe is there as well. I dance with everyone to the fast songs. Let’s go back in time: The Jet’s, Bell, Biv, Devoe, Paula Abdul, Bobby Brown, Whitney Houston, Madonna…Okay, back to the dance. My date didn’t seem to appreciate me dancing with my other friends, even though he was right there with me. And when my dad asked me to dance on a slow song, he taught high school History, my date seemed to take that as a personal slap to the face.

The evening went downhill at the after prom party. We watched movies and played games, and my date sulked. He went home at one, and my brother drove me home.

The down side, after the prom, my date didn’t talk to me much anymore, and his sister told me that he’d really liked me for a long time, and that I had just led him on. She said she had to take her brother’s side, and that ended our friendship. I hadn’t even known he liked me as anything more than a friend.

So my first and last high school date didn’t go so well.

Now, let’s here you first dates.

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