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Writing 101: Flash Fiction

Writing 101 Task Five: “You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about the encounter,” using as little words as possible.

FullSizeRenderI know where this street is! I thought, my fingers tracing the smudged address in the corner of the envelope, damp with rainwater and mud.

“Will she forgive me for prowling?” I whispered, gently refolding the soiled letter riddled with the fervent contents of a dying man’s heart.

I overstepped the puddle before me that I had plucked the abandoned letter from and made haste.

No matter! This true love cannot wait!

Writing about a Loss

Writing 101, Task Three: Write about a Loss

My very first post on Word Press explores the greatest loss of my life, so I am going to cut and paste that post and call the task done because I just don’t feel like crying today:

FullSizeRenderHello. My Pen Name is Brooke E. Wayne, and I Am a Writer:

Sometimes, it takes an accumulation of devastating life-changers to send someone sprinting back into the comfort of writing.  To borrow the words of one of my characters, “Beneath the tumultuous sea of tears, there came a revival in her soul, gasping and spitting out the mire from her heart in wicked wretches of laughter.”  Over the past couple of years, I have come to the realization that life really is too short to waste one breath NOT doing what I am meant to do.  My love for writing began when I scribbled out my first novella at eleven years old and set my heart ablaze.  I even earned my BA in English after surviving my poetry-writing teens, and I went on to earn my MA in Humanities with an emphasis in Literature.  I have also been teaching English Language Arts full-time since 1996, inspiring others to write nearly everyday.

Funny though, I had only managed to wade in the depths of writing as an adult with just a handful of unfinished manuscripts to be ashamed of.  I had allowed circumstances, self-doubt, and the overwhelming fear of where to begin in the publishing industry to keep me on the outside looking in.  I finally learned, though, that some things are destined to be in my life, no matter how long I had gravitated towards the wordless, mundane world I had created for myself over time.

Almost three years ago, my dying mother came back to life, and then, several months later, my brother died.  When I could finally cope, I turned everything around–for my parents, for my children, for my husband, and for myself.  I made some dramatic changes in my life, including snagging my brother’s middle name (Wayne) and embracing the sleeping writer inside of me awaiting the kiss of life after all of these years.  I dusted off an old manuscript that I had barely begun over a decade ago and rewrote it from beginning to end with some self-induced writer’s drought in between.  And, like the baby that it is to me, I finished developing it in nine months, and I am almost ready to start pitching it.

At my core, I am at peace with the tragedies on my journey, and my cup overflows with joy.  I only wish to be contagious with love and laughter, spreading smiles across various platforms as I keep moving forward in my pursuit of becoming a published romance novelist.  I am not afraid anymore because I know that my big brother is watching over me, whispering, “Stop wading, Brooke.  Go ahead and dive head first with all of your heart!”

Meaningful Songs Task with a Twist

Task Three for Writing 101 asks that we explore three songs that mean the most to us. Since I don’t have three songs that I consider anthems in my life at the moment, I’ll add the twist of explaining how songs impacted me this week instead.

The first impact music had on me this week included me using songs to create the perfect writing environment. (There’s a whole blog post lurking in that statement that I’ll explore someday!) I use music, like many writers do, to inspire me as I write. My most favorite technique is to play a song, eyes closed, and roll a scene in my mind about what I am going to write, then turn the song off and write in silence, reliving the moment in my mind as the residue of the song still stirs in my heart.

The second impact music had on me this week was found in a love note my husband secretly tucked into my purse to cheer me up—I’ve been battling a respiratory infection since last week. The love note quoted, Chicago’s, “You’re the Inspiration.” As an 80’s teenager, this song did more than put a smile on my face when I stumbled upon it during my lunch break. I married an awesome man!

The third impact music had on me this week came from my seven-year-old daughter who created a new song all about ice cream while at school yesterday and how her favorite flavor is “orange” (aka orangesicle—seriously, who doesn’t love that flavor!) that she had to sing to me before going to bed. The idea of an ice cream cone is what inspired my previous post, a poem titled, “A Summer’s Day.” Homemade songs out of the heart of a child are the best kind!

A Summer’s Day

A Summer’s Day

Sticky ice cream

drools down the knuckles

of a freckle-faced boy,


with the beginnings

of treasured memories.

A salty, summer breeze,

thick with children’s laughter,

captures their boisterous joy,

as thunderous waves

topple towards 

the sugar-white shore,

clamoring for their feet.

Seagulls chatter in response,

drifting carefree

against the mirrored,

ice-blue sky.

By:  Brooke E Wayne


Writing101 Task Two:

Describe a Setting

My Twist: I created a free verse, imagery poem

Writing 101: Stream-of-Consciousness Writing Task #1

Writing 101: Stream-of-Consciousness Writing Task #1 Here’s an honest, open throw up I don’t readily admit often being an English teacher and all…Faulkner, while I appreciate his place in classic literature, I really loathed reading his works while I earned my degrees in English and Literature > There I said it. I’m more of a Bronte fan. Love those girls. They are magnificent writers and could draw out the butterflies in a love story withoug a lot of physical passion…all matters of the heart…my all time favorite classical read is Wuthering Heights. I’m realizing that there is no way I can do this without breaking up the twenty minutes becaue my two daughters, 4 and 7, are not going to afford me a solid twenty minutes to do something that doesn’t include them. It’s the last night we’re all uplate together—the oldest has tomorrow off. I, however, do not. So break one…must attend to the girls and MUST RESISIT SPELL CHECK! I type way tooooooo fast. And this rubber keyboard cover thingy that I ordered on amazon to go with the lovely cover might need ot go. Its’ pretty but snags my fingertips…any recommendations for a smooth cover? Okay must go… Just realized (upon returen) that I didn’t say why I loathed reading so much Faulkner in both of my degree programs…all that stream-of-consciousness blah blah blah. my mother is a fish stuff that you have to tie into something he rambled about incoherently. On a side note, the novel that I wrote has a number of scenes that have internal dialogue from the main character. It’s a third person POV with limited omniscience except that every now and then the main character talks to herself. Maybe a wee bit o’ Faulkner rubbed off on me afterall. So this assignment #1 is an interesting experiment… Glancing over my grammar, I feel like I’m trying to emulate a little ee cummings now. Blatant disregard for rules. I am in love with the Oxford comma but one thing I’ve noticed that I really have enjoyed is being able to break the rules when writing a novel. I will downgrade students who mess up grammar (after they’ve been thoroughly taught) in their formal essays. “FANBOYS only hang out with Commas unless it’s a ‘hinge’ comma then test it—if you can flip it over it’s good to go.” Then today I write a few pages in my second novel (I’m working on a Trilogy) and I sprinkle all kinds of fragments in it like I’m adding extra sugar to my coffee…just a little more and it’ll be ‘just right’. I’m adding VOICE to my story and people never talk the way they right (except unless Writing 101 tells you to dump the junk in your head for your first post in the course…write for 20 mintues they say (just got hugged by the seven year old) publish they say, a nice twist…or maybe change somebody’s mind about publishing my novel once they see what a mess I can make of words… Need Another Break, the husband just came in… Back…A slow down B spell check from here on out, sheesh. I really can spell, typing on the other hand right now is not as easy as it could be. I was that nerd in HS that used to read the dictionary for fun. Love me some words. I started the second novel and by started I mean I actually typed out pages…I outlined a couple of weeks ago and have been doing research in between. I love writing. I love getting lost in a world I’ve created and rollingout a movie in my head. Love it. I wrote a couple thousand words before I went back and set up the first lines. As a second novel to a trilogy, I had a choice, to backstory or not to back story. As a trilogy, naturally one would read the first book before reading the second…then I had a chat with my mommy. (love that woman) she just read my first novel’s first draft and loved it, lol, then I told her I heavily revised the last three chapters and squeezed out 20,000 words from the original, first it was ten then I deleted another ten. Anyway, my mom says put the backstory in because she is always picking up novels at garage sales and other non-bookstore places and if it’s an author she likes she doesn’t care if she didn’t get the first or second in a series, she’ll read a good find even if it’s a part of a set and she said that having some sort of idea of what had happened before would be nice since this happens to her a lot –you know us writerly type we love knocking out series…so I wrote backstory in…page two, I managed to squeeze an 89,000+ word story into a handful of paragraphs, but it works. I’m thinking of dropping my first few lines on all of you. This whole time I’ve only spilled a few lines from the first book in one blog post a while ago. It’s in the submission stage right now awaiting a yay or nay before I move on to the next publisher on my list, so I have to keep its contents under wraps for a while longer…anyway, if you’re still reading this, then hey could you weigh in on my first few lines as a hook… BREAKING TO CUT AN DPASTE: Maxine Novaline tightened her grip, squeezing Chase Angevin’s hand as if, without holding onto him, she would topple magnetically into his cousin’s arms the closer he came to them. Burke L’Angevin embodied sexuality the way a flute of demi-sec champagne knew that with one sweet taste you’d give in to its pleasure and consume every last drop. Allrightyyy what do you think? (The hook to my second novel that I’m currently beginning…not the random, horridly misspelled, type-o’ed up the wazzo mess that came before this) ‘Night ya’ll…

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