No, this post isn't about hens, although raising chicks might be appropriate for the day after Mothers Day. This post is about building a story layer by layer, much like we build composite images in Photoshop.
You start with a blank page:
You choose a locale.
[OK, this is where imagination comes in, since blogger won't cooperate. Imagine the scene without the person shown below. Has anybody else been having computer problems lately? Mine keeps going kerflooey and now it won't upload images that I uploaded last night and that disappeared. Now it thinks that there's "an error on the page." What page?]
You insert your protagonist, a character you know well:
And, if it's a cozy, her cat.
You inject something menacing.
And then you begin to write:
See, wasn't that easy?
9 comments:
Oh, NO, Gina! Look behind you! Eek! Grab your cat and RUN!
Good morning. Unfortunately, two of the pictures seemed to have disappeared in the night, maybe while blogspot was down for whatever it was down for. I'm going to try to fix that now and, with luck, anyone who reads this later won't have any idea what this comment is about.
That was fun! Especially in the picture tells a thousand words vein...
I think the cat can take care of whatever that thing is.
Of course, my cat would run and hide behind the couch.
That's one big-ass cat.
Gina, you make it sound so easy.
I had picture problems on my last post.
Will,
I don't know what it is. I'm having more than picture problems, although McAfee claims that everything is fixed and fine. Maybe the internet itself is to blame? Or maybe Mercury being retrograde is interfering with all types of communication. At least, that's what the astrology folks tell me.
Will,
I don't know what it is. I'm having more than picture problems, although McAfee claims that everything is fixed and fine. Maybe the internet itself is to blame? Or maybe Mercury being retrograde is interfering with all types of communication. At least, that's what the astrology folks tell me.
So, someone has to ask...
Is the evil dude collecting catheads for codpieces? Or is he into some real wierd form of puppetry?
Darned if I know, Will. That statue was by the beach at a hotel I stayed at in Mexico. Not someone you want to run into at night but, unlike some of the others inside the hotel, he wasn't carrying a knife.
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