Genre:
We've spent over a week thinking about our characters because they (not you!) drive the novel. Once you know your characters and how they will react in any situation, you ... the writer ... become the observer recording the salient points of their drama. So now let's give our characters something to do and a place to do it. Will your characters ride a horse and sing? Will your characters play baseball with ghosts? Will you spend time with unicorns and sorcerers? Will your character find meaning in her kitchen making toast for her gardener? If you haven't been in awhile, go to a book store, buy a cappuccino, and wander the aisles until you find the shelf where you want your novel to be sitting this time next year, and then tell us why this will be your genre this year. Don't tell us the plot in today's assignment, but tell us why you love science fiction, or romance, or epic poetry? What is it in you that drives you to that shelf?
Fire Starter
She should have disappeared, but seeing the fire growing along the ground in the distance caused her to ...
Don't Ask Don't Tell
How is your gluteus maximus these days? Ever asked a question you didn't want answered, and yet it was? Who is your favorite Roman?
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Don't Ask - Don't Tell by Wolfgang Glinka
Don't Tell:
It was exciting, this afternoon of sin.
There was something irresistible about anonymous sex.
No need for sensitivity, no hurt feelings and definitely no guilt.
DT loved DA, no question, but this was an adventure.
Lying in that hotel bedroom in the afternoon with an attractive and expensive stranger.
It was not only erotic but addictive.
Don't Ask:
DA came back to the apartment that afternoon and found no one there.
Where was DT?
This was not the first time.
A suspicion was born.
Don't Tell:
Every time it was different.
Each body felt different.
Smelt different.
Climaxed in its own distinctive way.
DT loved that infinite variety.
Don't Ask:
What was going on?
The end of the affair?
The death of their love?
The final betrayal?
Don't Tell:
Time to spice things up.
Add some little tricks.
Some pain maybe...not too much.
The hotel bed became a playground.
Don't Ask:
What happened to those hugs before work?
The hand on the buttocks?
The stolen kiss?
What do you see when you look into my eyes?
Don't Tell:
Til death us do part - how dull.
Those annoying mannerisms.
The neediness.
Those suspicious looks.
Don't Ask:
Do you love me?
Don't Tell:
Of course I do.
Wolfgang Glinka
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