On this cold, cold north Florida morning, I attempt to thaw my brain and get back on track. Yesterday about all the writing I could squeeze out of these fingers occurred with some fairly lame emails.
I have to write up an interview with a disillusioned commissioner who is leaving office bitter and disappointed. I would rather write about my newly found character Mickey Sanders. On Saturday at my writing seminar I used him as an example of putting a character in a scene and having him react. Interesting exercise. One of the participants wrote the scene but had the character act not as the character but as the writer. Since I knew the writer, I called her on it right away and she admitted the truth. Great lesson for everyone.
But my Mickey Sanders told the bag boy at Winn Dixie to "bite me." And it felt pretty fine to let my character speak. Great catharsis.
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Hi Patricia. Thanks for the link to your blog. Glad to know another blogger out there, newbie that I am. I can't write when it's cold... fingers and brain just don't want to work. Keep writing and we'll keep reading.
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