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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **  One writer's journey through life and blogging as I try to rebuild a writing routine. Hopefully I will succeed, since, after all, "everything in life is writable about." ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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| Prompt: Write about Groundhog Day for your Blog entry today. I was in a Writing for Children class at university about nine years ago. Our professor had brought it a stack of newspapers and explained how some story ideas could come from newspaper articles or headlines. We were to spend about fifteen minutes or so skimming through articles until we found something that inspired us, then spend the rest of the time brainstorming a story idea. I don't recall how many papers I skimmed through before I found the article on Punxsutawney Phil. I don't even remember what newspaper it was. As best I can remember, which isn't that well thanks to it being so many years ago, local meteorologists had already worked with Phil's handler on the decision between more winter or an early spring. I sat there and just blinked. Punxsutawney Phil's a fake? Oh, sure, I knew it was ridiculous to actually look to a groundhog for predicting weather patterns six weeks ahead. But wouldn't you know it--that triggered a story idea. Sci-fi possibly. A former soldier travels around at the behest of the government, giving speeches and other appearances, some to dedicate memorial sites to his fallen teammates. My main characters, two teens maybe (age hadn't been decided yet in brainstorming), want to speak to him. One of them has a brother/relative on the team this soldier lost. The other just admires him like crazy. They eventually discover, though, that this person isn't the soldier at all. He's just the face--a spokesperson for the soldier himself. The real soldier is living somewhere quiet and private and doesn't want anything to do with public speaking. He slips in quietly during the memorial dedications, though. ... actually, some of that came to me just now as well. I hadn't touched this story idea since that class. Now I wonder if I should. |
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I've decided I need to put on music until the thunderstorms roll in. I prefer the patter of rain... or silence; but, I can't totally control either (I share this place). 
