I'm writing a story where I keep moving the words and ideas and scenes around like scraps until I think I am losing my mind. Then a new idea comes. . . try this! So I do. But will it ever be done?
I was given an antique trunk by my parents when I turned 21, and hidden in the trunk top were scraps and scraps of forgotten and forlorn quilt pieces. As I’m trying to sort out the next book I want to focus on, I am surrounded by the literary measure of the quilt pieces in family letters and photos from five generations . . . almost like quilting pieces asking to be chosen to complete a story. Thanks for this as a writing prompt.
First of all, I love Scrappy! I imagine that each time she appears in Barbie-play, everyone stops short. She doesn't say a thing--she's like an apparition, reminding Barbie who she was, and the fun they had together, before the Mattel overlords hijacked her image.
Second, if I was willing to take a picture of myself with the quilt on the far right of the middle row, do you think she would give it to me? What a talented woman. I never knew this about her.
That’s right, Scrappy reminds everyone how to play and not care about appearances. She’s looking out at the world around her, not at the faces reflecting back what they think about her. :)
And as to #2 - haha!! I’ll ask!!! It may already have been taken. But she’s made a LOT. And they are all gorgeous.
I'm writing a story where I keep moving the words and ideas and scenes around like scraps until I think I am losing my mind. Then a new idea comes. . . try this! So I do. But will it ever be done?
You will get there! However, who was it who said stories are never finished, they’re abandoned??
Oh yes, let her have the dog. (I always seem to write in a dog somewhere.)
If the prompt for today were She couldn't get to sleep ... I could write a book about that.
Haha! Yes, I know that syndrome. The good news is, you have more time to write.
I was given an antique trunk by my parents when I turned 21, and hidden in the trunk top were scraps and scraps of forgotten and forlorn quilt pieces. As I’m trying to sort out the next book I want to focus on, I am surrounded by the literary measure of the quilt pieces in family letters and photos from five generations . . . almost like quilting pieces asking to be chosen to complete a story. Thanks for this as a writing prompt.
Oh, lovely! And good luck choosing the right pieces. It sounds like a treasure trove.
Lucky grandchildren!
Keep the dog. Always keep the dog (just make sure it gets fed or readers will be up in arms).
Oh of course!! Ann Little will feed it well. :)
First of all, I love Scrappy! I imagine that each time she appears in Barbie-play, everyone stops short. She doesn't say a thing--she's like an apparition, reminding Barbie who she was, and the fun they had together, before the Mattel overlords hijacked her image.
Second, if I was willing to take a picture of myself with the quilt on the far right of the middle row, do you think she would give it to me? What a talented woman. I never knew this about her.
And so glad you kept the dog!
That’s right, Scrappy reminds everyone how to play and not care about appearances. She’s looking out at the world around her, not at the faces reflecting back what they think about her. :)
And as to #2 - haha!! I’ll ask!!! It may already have been taken. But she’s made a LOT. And they are all gorgeous.