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Quote of the Day

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It's been a while since I've posted. Here is one of my favorite quotes from Joan Didion to ease back into the weekly posts and to give us something to think on. Have a lovely week!

The Hum of Life - Part Two

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" Read, read, read. Read everything - trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window."                                                                         -William Faulkner              Her entire body burned on the operating table. Her arms and legs twitched under the bonds that prevented her from flailing. The room spun with voices and the only solace Mary found was the ever present hum. She focused on it and allowed everything else to fade away.            "We're loosing her!" A voice reached Mary's ears, followed by the suspended wine of a machine.            "Mary! Open your eyes! Mary, look at me!" She heard a familiar voice.            "Come on, Midge, please. You can't leave me now." Mary struggled to under

The Hum of Life - Part One

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Hello readers and writers! Quick heads up about the following post, it comes in two parts. The second half of the story will be posted next week, so stay tuned! Exercise time: Practice writing believable dialogue. How many times have you been reading a book or watching a movie and you find yourself rolling your eyes, because no one talks like that?! One way to practice this is to consider a scenario where an individual is leaving a message to RSVP for a party. Come up with several characters who may or may not be going to the party and then write messages that fit their personalities and are believable. _____________________________________________________________________ N ot a single whimper or whine was heard from the children. There were not enough cots or mats to go around, but it was as though, for the first time in their short lives, a blanket of security had come around them and lulled them to sleep. Mary felt the hush of their small, slumbering outfit and looked o