I came for the soup: Welcome to the table


Welcome to i came for the soup, a blog journey chronicling my growth in Faith, Art & Fiction. Be sure to read the Menue for more information. To read about how the blog began and hot it got its name, click HERE.

Also, be sure to check out my Blog Novel, titled ASCENSION GRAVEYARD. New chapters are posted often and feedback is always welcome. To read along, click HERE.

If you’d like to send me a message, you can do so at: icameforthesoup@gmail.com

Enjoy the soup!

Write that Book!: 3 Reasons to Write Your Novel

I believe that everyone at some point in their life journey has made the statement, “I think I should write a book.” While many have said it, very few have actually embarked on the task when you think about it in terms of the ratio of said versus done.

Now, having completed several tomes myself (two are currently in Beta) I have to admit that writing a novel from start to finish isn’t the easiest thing to do BUT it doesn’t have to be as difficult as many of us make it out to be.

Most of what causes the process to be difficult are:

  • Over-thinking
  • Lack of confidence
  • Perfectionism
  • Thinking its already been done before/ Someone took your idea

These four are definitely creativity killers not just in the world of writing but in the world of doing just about anything that poses a challenge but holds interests to you.

What are the cures to these nasty bugs:

  • Think less, do more
  • Believe that trying is worth it even if you ‘fail.’ (Failure is relative.)
  • Remember that no matter how sharp we are at our craft there will always be a flaw
  • Your idea is unique even if it resembles someone else’s…how many vampire stories are out there? I rest my case…sorta.

Now that that’s out of the way, it’s time for you to leave the ocean of ‘sayers’ and become part of the flock of ‘doers.’ It’s time for you to WRITE THAT BOOK!

If you don’t see the book you want on the shelf, write it.” ~Beverly Cleary

“Many Great Authors began their writing careers in meeting their own imaginative and literary need. Perhaps that ‘book’ you crave to read, but can’t seem to find, rest deep within the soil of your imagination. Perhaps it’s time you begin to bring it to light! Write the book!” ~ Candice Coates

Octavia E. Bulter is a celebrated Science Fiction author. Her success grew from watching what she said was a terrible Science fiction movie and saying to herself that she could write better than that, and you know what? She did.

1.WHY should you write that book: If a concept has been playing like a movie in your mind for more than a month (or even a week) you should give it life, even if you are the only one to read it.

And don’t worry if you thought up a great storyline only to find that someone else has tried something that seems similar. Here is the reality, many people have shared ideas and they’ve never even discussed them before.

As I said, there are so many vampire novels out there with the undead being in love with the living. Or think about how many mail-order bride romance novels there are. Similar concepts but if you’ve ever read any of these, you would find they are vastly different.

So write your book because your idea is worth sharing.

2. HOW should your write that book: I recently read a book by Mark Batterson called Chase the Lion. (Great book!) In it, he describes his concept of using the 80/20 rule when it comes to writing. I liked what he had to say BUT I kind of have a similar but different view of it.

Putting it in my own words, 80 percent of finished work is better than 20 percent of daydreaming about it. Daydreaming without any work done will only lead you down a rabbit hole of nothingness where you let in those four creativity-killers.

Let your first draft be just that, a first draft! Go on and misspell a few words, dance over correct grammar, and use ‘to’ in place of ‘two’ too many times. It’s okay. Goodness, even let the plot slip a few times.

Your job during the 80 is to bring the bones and muscle of the story to life. The skin and clothes will come during the rewrites. Yes, there will be rewrites…at least three.

Putting down the words even with the mistakes is HOW YOU WRITE THAT BOOK! You get out the 80 percent and then weave through the 20 percent during second drafts, editing, and beta.

3. WHEN should you write that book: NOVEMBER 1st of ANY YEAR is a great time to write that book or to at least get it started. Why? Because that is NaNoWriMo, the National Novel Writing Month. Check out the official site here www.nanowrimo.org.

Participating in NaNoWriMo gives you the chance to connect with other like-minded creatives who are running toward the same goal, like a marathon except you are using computers and being pretty sedentary…and probably packing in the calories instead of burning them but that’s beside the point.

The point is you will have a platform to gauge your progress and be encouraged by that of others.

Me, I like to use June as my Novel Writing Month, but any 30-day month will do just to get you started.

Just get started. Write that Book! Why? Because it’s in you. How?  By sitting down and doing it. When? Right now is a good time to start!


Writer's Table

*Original image acquired from Pexels.com: https://www.pexels.com/photo/fashion-legs-notebook-working-5279/

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Pour Timing: Short Story #BlogBattle week 78


Pour Timing: A Short Story

“Oh, Clem, this is portent! I knew it the moment you stepped in the room!” Daisy wrung her hands together, a sign of nerves but the smile playing at the corners of her mouth said otherwise.

Clem, Clement Tilling, rolled his storm-grey eyes and lowered himself in his favorite recliner. He said, lifting his ebony brow, “Important, you mean?”

Daisy frowned. “No. I am literate, thank you.” She gave a sweep of her arm directing his gaze to the rows of books that lined her walls, many of them dictionaries. Daisy had buried herself in learning ever since she’d married. Her husband was older by more than two decades and extremely indulgent, yielding to her whims even if that meant filling half his spacious home with dusty old books.

“Ah, using your word of the week-”

“The day.”

“The word of the day. And are you certain you are using it correctly?” Shifting with the hope of moving the focus from himself he tried a slight jab at her. Picking at his cousin usually got her feathers ruffled enough that she’d lose her train of over-the-top thought. It didn’t work this time.

Instead, Daisy’s full-lipped smile spread across her face. “I’m still working on my structure of sentence where the word is concerned, however, I am confident that I have effectively used it in line with its meaning.”

He shrugged and leaned back as the maid-Eillee, Eillee Dennett was her name- entered the room carrying a tray of treats and tea. He has hardly in the mood for any of it. Still, he allowed her to pour him a cup, three lumps of sugar and enough cream to cover them before drowning it all in dark, fragrant brew. She was always so attentive.

She smiled at him and he returned the gesture feeling his suddenly, foul mood slip. Eillee seemed to have that effect on his nerves. She had the effect on everyone he supposed. He even knew her name. That could have been because at one point they were closer in social standing. that was before his mother married his step-father.

Vernice Cavanaugh had an effect on him too, one that made bile rise up each time he thought about her.

He took a sip of the tea savoring its sweetness before Daisy slapped his arm causing a bit to splash onto his saucer.

“It’s a sign, Clem! You being there just as Vernice arrived. And right after your break up with what’s her name.” That dreamy look washed over Daisy’s face.

What’s her name? Her name was Agatha!

Clem frowned. The scent of too much leather and ink had clearly addled her brain the way that too much laudanum could. None of this was a sign. It was actually just poor timing.

Setting down his tea he took hold of her hand, “It doesn’t matter that she is here,”

“But you said Hell would freeze over before you two would ever be in the same room together again, let alone at the same time. And she said the moment it happened you’d both know the truth, that you were actually meant to be together.

“And you were just in the same room! A sign and a right good one. I mean the thought of Hell had my hide burning.” She gave a shudder. “I am a bit naughty at times you know and the heat gives me hives.” She winked at him and squeezed his hand. “It’s a sign. Portent. You ought to pursue it. Fate will flay you if you don’t” She took a bit of a fig cookie before frowning and setting it back on the table, snatching up a brownie instead.

Clem let out a sigh. “It’s not possible. I can’t even bring myself to entertain such a thought.”

“Can’t or won’t, Clemmy?” Vernice’s voice, once so smooth, it dripped honey, now made the hairs on his neck stand on end and his eardrums feel as if they were bleeding.

Clem shot to his feet with such speed that Daisy nearly choked. Ire rose in him like lightening. With a bit too much force he whacked Daisy’s back all the while piercing Vernice with a heated glare.

Daisy grabbed his hands, “Well, Vernice I didn’t expect you to call on us so soon. This is indeed portent.” She gave Clem another wink.

Clem felt his flesh go hot and cold. Every hateful word he’d practiced against Vernice in his head seemed to slip into dark oblivion leaving him to stand there clammy and quiet boiling over without an answer. It was a good thing to have lost those thoughts, he reasoned. None of them were those of a gentleman.

Mustering his nerves with a silent prayer he forced himself to calm. “I hate the name Clemy, Vernice. If you cared one wit about me you’d have honored that.”

Vernice took calculated steps into the room. “My apology. Seeing you only reminded me of old times…times when we were friends.” She gave a coy smile.

What was she playing at? Not willing to find out, Clem tossed the hot tea down his throat and sucked it back as if it were liquor. “Well, we are certainly no longer that.” He forced a smile of his own which only made her come closer as if she could woo him into submission the same way she had seven years ago when she’d shamed him and broken his heart. She wouldn’t get the chance to do so today.

“We could be again. I’d like that. I mean I understand that I deserve nothing short of your temper, especially after what I did. I was young and foolish.”

Young! By all accounts she was considered an old maid at five and twenty and that was seven years ago. She most certainly knew better than to toy with an honest man’s affections especially after accepting his suit.

“I no longer hold you in my temper,” he lied. “Still, I can’t offer you friendship.”

Vernice’s blonde brow rose. Daisy’s mouth dropped open. “But it’s portent,”

“Daisy!” He gave her a warning look. Daisy stuffed her brownie in her mouth.

Vernice finally frowned. Her gaze challenging. The threat of it made his heart give a wild tattoo. “On the matter of friendship or anything else with you, for Daisy, I can’t. For you, I won’t.

That made Vernice take a step back. She suddenly looked desperate. Clem had no idea why nor did he have any desire to find out. He only wanted to be left alone!

“Why!” Both women sang just as Eillee entered the parlor. It was as if a ray of light from Heaven shined down upon her.

Before he knew what he was doing, Clem drew her to him and anchored her there, his hand cementing itself to the curve of her waist. Her closeness sent a sizzle through his every nerve. “I can’t and won’t because Eillee Dennett and I are in love and are engaged to be married. I asked she accepted and that is that!”

Eillee took in a deep breath, her protest ready to be vocalized. Clem did the second dumbest thing that came to mind, besides announcing their false engagement. He quickly covered her full lips with his and kissed her until she all but swooned then he towed her from the room while her wits were as tangled as his, closing the parlor doors behind them.

He’d worry about her killing him later.


*I have to say ‘The Beginning’ because I intend to visit this story again away from my blog. I hope you enjoyed my entry to Week 78 Blog Battle. This week’s KEYWORD: PORTENT and my GENRE: COMEDIC ROMANCE. My word count was 1200 words. To read the entries of others, you can do so by following this LINK.

*Image taken from Pixabay: https://pixabay.com/en/tea-cup-pocket-watch-time-classic-599911/

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: October 24th 2016


OPENING LINE (S): “So she was being a jerk, mocking the love-struck couple. They seemed happy and she was happy that the book blocked them from seeing how she made fun of them. Nasty break-ups had that effect on the romantic mind; turned it bitter.”


  • Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or a line of your own choosing) create a story (or even a poem) within up to 20 minutes.
  • Once you have finished your super awesome masterpiece, add a link in the comments section of THIS POST to your story for others to read, as well as a link on your page back to this original post for others to follow along and write with as well. In your “tags” section, add the tag “Monday’s Muse.”

If you do not have a blog of your own, leave me a comment and send me an email to icameforthesoup@gmail.com and I will post your lovely words here on my blog.


My results will be posted by Thursday.


  • I am putting Monday’s Muse on a trial. Although I’ve enjoyed it, it seems as if I am the only one participating. That being said if there aren’t more participants by the end of October 2016 it will have to go…gotta let things go and I’m okay with that.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

*Original image taken from Pexels: https://www.pexels.com/photo/happy-book-67442/

Write the Book: A Quote

If you don’t see the book you want on the shelf, write it.” ~Beverly Cleary


Many Great Authors began their writing careers in meeting their own imaginative and literary need. Perhaps that ‘book’ you crave to read, but can’t seem to find, rest deep within the soil of your imagination. Perhaps it’s time you begin to bring it to light! Write the book!

*This was originally shared December 18th, 2015, formerly titled “Write the Book.” In the weeks before NaNoWriMo 2016, I think this was worth the re-post! Write the book, folks.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Another Step: Flash Fiction Results for Monday’s Muse October 17th 2016


Another Step: Flash Fiction

The clouds seemed to open up right at the point of his desperation, casting a brilliant glow on the path that had seemed elusive and hidden for so long. Swallowing down the nerves that had cinched his throat, he convinced himself that all he had to do was take another step.

Another step. The thought of it appeared to be more easily said than done especially in light of the fact he’d twisted his ankle so badly nearly a mile back. The swelling pain was tolerable enough even though it had altered his gait and left him walking with a hitching step on tip-toes.

But the swelling, the thirst, the pain was all seen as sufficient exchanges for what he was gaining.

Throne’s Path, the fabled road that was said to only appear when the moons aligned once ever twenty years with the planet  Hidmal lay bright and open upon the dark terrain, right before his hungry eyes.

Legend told that King Hidmal, before his bitterness had grown beyond the size of the earth and had become as stone, a stone so large it erupted into its own planet, that he’d sworn none of his kin would rule from his throne that his kingdom would wane in darkness, hidden from the light of life.

But his youngest son, the one turned priest, had amended his father’s oath  pledging that upon each eclipse of his father’s stony heart, when the light dispelled the darkness, that the path to the throne would become visible to the eyes of the next noble king.

Illian had no desire to be anyone’s king. Nor did he believe himself to be king material, but he could not deny that he was ambitious. More so than that, he owed his debtors a king’s ransom one he’d either pay with his blood and bones or actual gold.

He’d chosen to pay in gold and took up the path of a fool’s errand chasing after Throne’s Path, a legend, a fable, but story clearly born from truth.

Afterall, Hidmal had no need for gold.

Pulling himself over another hurdle of large rock, Illian took another step.


I do hope you enjoyed the unraveling of the opening of this tale. These are my results for MONDAY’S MUSE OCTOBER 17th, 2016. To see original post and rules you can do so by clicking HERE. I have to confess that Illian has got my curiosity peaked. Will he find gold or will he find a winding path that continues to cost him more than he bargained for? Only time will tell, but I will give it much thought! 

**Image taken from Pixabay: https://pixabay.com/en/mountains-panorama-landscape-massif-1660789/

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

“The Hydra Effect”: 3 Ways to Manage Multiple Plot Conflicts

Singer Sargent, John – Hercules – 1921

“When writing, don’t try and figure out every aspect of the story in the beginning. Know where you are, have an idea of where you are going, but for goodness sake, DON’T RUSH AHEAD!”

Sage advice? I’d say so. I’ve had to tell myself this many times before.

Plots are tricky. A good plot will keep the reader engaged. A great plot will keep the writer on the edge of their own seat.

For this reason, it’s important that you take your creative time.

Don’t try to solve every problem or knot that presents itself. You are going to have some questions at the beginning of each story that don’t have immediate answers. This is true of our real lives as well.

When we jump ahead and start trying to break down conflicts that are not presently relevant in our plot line, we end up causing our own “writer’s blocks.”

Not only this but as you answer these plot questions and conflicts, you will find that you have engaged in what I am calling (Insert dramatic, climactic music here,)  the…

“Hydra Effect.”

What is the Hydra Effect? According to mythology, when one head of the Hydra ( a serpentine creature with multiple heads bent on  destruction by its nature) is cut off two more would grow in its place.

As I have found in my own writing, once I solve a problem or answered a question of conflict, several more conflicts spring up alongside several more unanswered questions, each of which holding the potential to make or break my plot altogether.

When we jump ahead and start trying to break down conflicts that are not presently relevant in our plot line, we end up causing our own “writer’s blocks.” We overfill our minds with irrelevant possible outcomes (venomous Hyrda heads) of the story and we get derailed from the main track of the story itself, lost in a fog of confusion.

In other words, we are “borrowing trouble from tomorrow.”


1. Get in the habit of remembering the phrase, “Cross each bridge when you get to it.”  Answer those questions and confront those conflicts  in the story once they are at your door and actually demanding answers.

Work on what you can, dedicate your time to the conflicts in your plot that are in front of you at the moment, and as you move forward, fix, and solve problems that are presently ready to be solved and the answers to the questions and problems that are next will come to you.

2. (In the meantime) Do keep the door open to said conflicts and keep an eye on each stewing pot so as not to let them boil over into the story because you left it too unattended.

It’s a balancing act. But you don’t have to stare at the stew, watching it to see when it boils.

3. It’s good to have a plan as to where the story is ‘potentially’ going, but remember, your imaginative piece does have a mind of its own. It will give you the answers when it is time for them to be answered. Trust the flow.

BONUS: Be encouraged on your journey. Take as many breaths and breaks as you need. Knit at a pace that is thrilling to you and not so demanding that you end up feeling rushed, pressured and anxious, drowning yourself with plot conflicts.

Writer's Table

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

*This post was originally created August 11, 2014 and formally titled, “Where you are, Where you are going: Plot Conflict Resolutions.”

Perfect: A Poem #Blogbattle Week 77


The seven letter word so easily spelled

And yet not easily achieved

Takes little faith and very view facts

For those dubbed ‘perfect’ to be believed

The perfect height

The perfect weight

The perfect slope of the nose

The perfect eyes

The perfect lips

The perfectly polished toes

The absurdity of our false perfection leaves so much left to be said

But in truth what we think to be perfect in humanity

Is really nothing but the imaginings in our heads

And really…it’s not so perfect

*This poem is my entry to #BlogBattle week 77 hosted by Rachael Ritchey! This week’s word: Perfect. My Genre:Non-Fiction. To read entries by other Battlers and to cast your vote for the winner of this week’s challenge, you can do so by clicking HERE

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER! 

*Original image taken from Pexels.com: https://www.pexels.com/photo/naked-woman-in-black-eyeliner-and-maroon-lips-60883/