Gearing Up to Prepare for Your Creative Success: Seeds We Sow #MondayMotivation #SiezetheDream #Creative

“The little seeds sown today become the fruit trees of our tomorrows.” ~Candice Coates

The Word of God says that whatever we sow that we shall also reap (Galatians 6:7). When it comes to our creativity, like our faith or life in general, we still reap what we sow.

If you sow seeds of laziness or even fear of failure and choose not to make the time to create today, tomorrow you will have nothing but the fruit of regret.

But if you take the time, get your hands dirty and press past your barriers and fears, sowing seeds of action, even when it seems fruitless, soon and very soon you will eat of the fruits of success.

I want to help you sow your creative seeds! I want to help you find your success.

Success isn’t solely found in book deals or high priced paintings, but in the knowledge that you accomplished a challenging goal. In your efforts, you grew. That is always worthy fruit.

Let’s grow together!

MISSION FOR THE NEXT FEW WEEKS:

Over the next 12 Mondays, I would like you to journey with me in sowing seeds to capture your divine and creative vision for tomorrow.

We will:

  • ‘Turn the soil’ of our creative ground and prep it to be fruitful
  • Relay proper foundations to build creatively upon
  • Learn how to design our personal roadmaps to ‘creative success’
  • Find out what it means to Dream, Imagine, Believe, Do, and, CONQUER!

WILL YOU JOIN ME?:

Will you make a commitment to join me in this journey? If so, please

  • Follow ICFTS if you aren’t already
  • Invite others to join by spreading the word and sharing this post on social media
  • Make a commitment at the end of this journey to Sign my GUESTBOOK sharing how ICFTS has blessed you and helped you grow creatively

I look forward to sharing this creative table with you.

COMMUNITY QUESTIONS:

  • What steps have you taken to walk into your creative dreams thus far?
  • What were/are some things that were/are holding you back?
  • What advice would you share with others who have struggled to take hold of or regain their footing in conquering their dreams and goals?

Please share your wisdom and advice in the comments below.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: June 20th 2016

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OPENING LINE (S): “S/he had a very strange love affair with succulents. It actually said a lot about his/her and his/her view of relationships and commitments; the less work involved the better.”

RULES: 

  • 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.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS BLOG WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted by Thursday.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Remembering Why You Write: Wisdom from the Writer’s Journal

So you’ve decided that you are going to finally sit down and write a novel. Fantastic! Making the decision to actually sit down and do so tends to be one of the hardest parts of the novel writing journey.

But more difficult than anything is the art of bringing  your story from the start of its labor pains clear into a fulfilling delivery.

Let me begin by quoting a part of Scripture from the book of Isaiah:

Isaiah 37:3b “…for the children have come to the birth, and there is no strength to give birth.

To every trial and trouble, no matter how great the fruit, there tends to be one common denominator, that my friend is the root. ~ Candice Coates

The root cause of what keeps so many brilliant writers from accomplishing their goal of completing their novel is DISCOURAGEMENT.

Discouragement takes many forms and comes from many directions, some external while others internal, but all can rob us of our strength to carry on to the end.

Rather than mapping out a list of discouragements that keep you from completing your novel, I am going to encourage you to declare 3 reasons or more for why you are writing in the first place.

Whatever your 3 reasons are, I’d like for you to think of them as the 3 branches that form the anchor that keeps you steady during any discouraging storm.

Here are 3 reasons (but not the only reasons) why I write:

1. I write because it is cathartic: Writing a story, word-weaving is very relaxing. It brings me a sense of joy and pleasure.

Remembering that I write for self-relaxation removes the pressure of performance. If I have achieved my therapeutic goal by jotting down a few fictional words, then I have done well.

2. I write because I love to tell a story: Being able to give life to the characters that live in my head is an honor and privilege, one that allows me a get away from the cares of reality without even leaving the comfort of my home…although I do enjoy actual travel.

3. I write because I enjoy the challenge: I love trying new things in art, be it visual or written. Being able to put my own spin on a certain genre is something that gets my blood flowing.

To not have the answers, but to discover a new way of weaving words to present an age old topic like romance or science fiction is a reward all in itself.

So, why do YOU write? Taking the time to create your anchor is such an important part of your writing journey and process.

For me, remembering the therapeutic benefits, the love of the process, and the Anchorchallenge of trying something new, always brings me back to my keyboard.

Remember what called you to yours in the first place and let those reasons be what keeps you there as you start and finish your novels!

Happy writing.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Monday’s Muse: Writing Prompt December 14th 2015

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OPENING LINE (S): “ He could see her through the cafe window even from across the street. He took a quick glance at his watch and realized he was just barely on time, but he was going to be late if he stood there any longer. The only problem was he  just couldn’t seem to move his legs.

RULES: Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or one 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.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS BLOG WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted on Thursday December 17th under the FICTION tab, then the WRITING PROMPTS AND EXERCISES, then MY WRITING PROMPT RESULTS.

November 2nd 2015:Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt

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OPENING LINE (S): “After all these years, all the searching and money spent, s/he finally had the case in hand. Why then, with the locks unlatched, was fear preventing her/him from opening it?”

RULES: Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or one 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.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS BLOG WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted on Thursday November 5th under the FICTION tab, then the WRITING PROMPTS AND EXERCISES, then MY WRITING PROMPT RESULTS.

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: October 12th 2015

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OPENING LINE (S): “By the time s/he returned to the living room, s/he had gone, leaving no evidence of their visit besides the old book and an empty mug, still warm from what had been inside of it.”

RULES: Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or one 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.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS BLOG WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted on Thursday October 15th under the FICTION tab, then the WRITING PROMPTS AND EXERCISES, then MY WRITING PROMPT RESULTS.

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: October 5th

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OPENING LINE (S): “Eyes locked on the yellow chair, perspiration began to pepper his/her/their palms. They had been dreading this meeting for weeks.”

RULES: Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or one 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.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS BLOG WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted on Thursday October 8th under the FICTION tab, then the WRITING PROMPTS AND EXERCISES, then MY WRITING PROMPT RESULTS.

Man of Grace Part 2 “The Roots of Orchids”: A Short Story # Blogbattle Week 28 Orchid

Blog Battle Tuesday! And the Story of Mog and Grace continues. If you did not catch part 1 please take a read by clicking HERE. I continue with my beloved SCIENCE FICTION as the genre, though this tale is definitely dramatic. This week's keyword is ORCHID. To read more tales by other blog battlers, please visit the hosting blog of Rachael Ritchey.

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“Dig.” She ordered him. She had to tilt her head back in order to look down her nose at him. Even in the thick darkness he could see her. Her mouth was tight but her chin trembled as it battled between anger and tears.

Mog had hurt her, wounded her in a way he never thought possible, but he was so certain about what she had done, so certain of Walter’s convincing words. Now crouching at her feet, thick fingers brushing the grass of their back lawn, just beneath the Orchids of her garden, he wasn’t so sure. Shoulder’s slouching he said, “Can’t we go inside? We can-”

“I said, dig, Mog! You have accused me. Now I shall be vindicated. You listened to him now you will hear me. Now dig.” Her eyes shone like obsidian in the dim moonlight, shined and polished with her tears. Letting out a breath he pushed his massive fingers into the earth and pulled out a plug of the lawn.

Grace moaned with the first scoop of soil that came forth, uprooting the beloved Orchids she had all but worshiped ever since he could remember. She moaned as if he had ripped them out of her, and hadn’t he? And it was all because he’d heeded Walter.

But what Walter’d said made such undeniable sense, even now it did, but the way Mog’s mother shuttered as he plowed his giant hands deeper into the earth he couldn’t help but regret his own words, he wanted to leave the elephant sit in the room and feed it rather than make her cry so.

He’d been uncertain about what he’d do once he was sure she had used him, now with each thrust of his scooping hand and each tear that dropped from her chin, each shiver that shook her tiny shoulders, he knew he’d rather have left things lie.

Despite the motives that had been told him, he could not deny how she had loved him. Sure she had been rough at times, but she had to be. His blood, his natural inclinations for violence and rage was something that could not be tempered with soft words. Often it took a strong hand, the attitude of an alpha to force peace, and Grace had been a veritable alpha driven by nothing but the strength and determination of a mother.

Why hadn’t that truth shown itself before resentment had grown like a wall of weeds? Despite what Grace’s initial motives had been for keeping him, she’d done nothing short of love him as if she had bore him herself.

Mog’s breath caught in his chest, his fingers stabbing bluntly against the stiff fabric of a canvas sack. Hesitating to draw it up from its earthen grave, Grace shoved him.

“Pull it free. Carefully!” She stepped forward biting her lip. Mog considered her and the scent of fear that seeped from her pours. He had never smelled it on her before, not like this.

“Are you certain you want me to pull it up?” He didn’t meet her gaze this time. Her trembling made him want to run from her. He also didn’t need to unearth the sad package. He could smell the bones of man the moment he uprooted the Orchids.

Grace was silent, still apart from the folds of her dress that tugged at her with the night wind. Mog looked at her legs through his periphery but he didn’t speak. The erratic beat of Grace’s heart sounded loudly in his ears. It frightened him. He wanted to not hear the pained drumming just as fiercely as he wanted to un-hear what Walter had said.

Finally she spoke, “Yes, Mog. I am certain. Pull them up.”

“Them?” His finger’s stilled again, his nostrils flared. He could only smell the man’s bones but no one else’s. His brow knotted and his gaze skirted across the lawn, the thought of his mother’s backyard being a graveyard jumped in his mind. He didn’t want to know if it were true.

Grace gave a quick nod before wrapping her arms around herself and turning abruptly away from him. Obediently Mog pulled the canvas bag upward and gently laid it aside before he began to dig again.

“Why are you still digging?”

“You said pull them up.”

Grace frowned and hesitantly approached the dirty sack. “They are both inside here.” Her words were strangled. She quickly attacked the laces that held the bag closed but her fingers could catch no purchase on the knots.

Sensing more than ever the pain she was rushing through, Mog stilled her hands and tore the bag open as if through paper. The exposed rib cage of a headless man peaked beyond the torn fabric of the bag as tiny bones fell within it with the sound of a hollow wind chime.

“An infant,” Mog whispered.

Grace choked down another whimper before painting on a stern face of feigned strength. How often had Mog seen that face? So often as a child that now as a man he could look back on their past with a different understanding. Grace had pushed through fear most of his life, standing as a fearless lioness in his childhood mind. She wore that face whenever anyone sought to harm him. It was with that face she fiercely defended and protected him.

“MacRae. We were naming him MacRae; Son of Grace.”

“We?”

Grace still hadn’t looked back at the bag. “My husband and I. Your kind pulled his head from his shoulders. I screamed until I gave birth prematurely. I lost them both. I wasn’t supposed to ever be able to bare a child. MacRae was my son conceived of God’s grace.”

She turned and met his gaze. “And when I had lost all, my mind included, then came you.”

“You stole me out of revenge?” His question was timid, not so accusing as he looked at his mother’s loss.

Grace frowned, touching Mog’s face. “About that…”

TO BE CONTINUED

Looks like Mog and Grace will be getting another week! I still haven’t explained nor have I revealed Grace’s motives or Walter’s. I hope you stick around for next week. I finished with 998 words, right in the 1000 word limit. Nevertheless, I hope you were entertained!

Cheers!

Monday’s Muse: Writing Prompt September 21st

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OPENING LINE (S): “There had to be some kind of mistake, or just a bad joke made by the travel agency, one that was giving off the same kind of nauseating feeling that came along with having food poisoning. Harold, this was all Harold’s fault!”

RULES: Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or one of your own choosing) create a story (or even a poem) within 15 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 send me an email to icameforthesoup@gmail.com and I will post your lovely words here on my blog.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS BLOG WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted on Thursday September 24th under the FICTION tab, then the WRITING PROMPTS AND EXERCISES, then MY WRITING PROMPT RESULTS.

Satellite 12: A Flash Ficion Freestyle Writing Challenge Results

The prompt: You wake up one morning. Everything’s quiet. No electricity. No people. Everyone has gone. You go outside…What happens next?

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I had never put on my suit this quickly. I wondered with the power being out would it even protect me from what lay outside. I swallowed down my panic, finished the zip and the seal of my suit, smiling with relief as the securing hiss let me know that I was air tight before I went towards the exit door.

My hand, gloved, hovered over the release button of the door, cautious, suddenly cautious not to press it. What if I opened the hatch and all the oxygen exscaped? The was no power. I would sufficate in the matter of a few short hours.

I checked the levels of my suit again. It was fully charged. That was a blessing. Allowing reason and wisdom to rule the moment rather than my panic as having lost or misplaced everyone on board, I removed my helmet and gazed out of the viewing bay.

Everything looked normal, still, in a somewhat eerie way, almost like the first day I had come to this satelitte. I was the first one to land. The first person to set up shop. Dang it all, that day there was no power either, which had scared me out of my mind.

That day satelitte twelve fell from the heavens and crashed into the west wing of my compound.

Just as the memory came to mind, the shadow, blanket black, of satelitte twelve cast itself over head.

My heart lodged in my throat…it was falling again.

Number of Words=248 Time= 6 minutes

What is the Free Style Writing Challenge? 

Hello, lovelies! This is my second go at the FWC, and I have to say, like last time, I had a blast participating. As you can see, I am not the best of spellers, and as the rules (you can find them below) dictate, utilizing the “delete” key is NOT an option here…I confess I did use it a couple of times before I realized my error. Forgive me.

Before I share the rules, allow me to thank PhoenixGrey for nominating me to play/write along! The prompt she created has so many endless possibilities.

Since I have done the challenge before, I will not be nominating anyone HOWEVER I do have a prompt down below the rules should anyone choose to give it a go! I hope you do. It is great fun!

DON’T PEEK AT THE PROMPT UNTIL YOU HAVE READ THE RULES!!!

RULES: 

  1. Open a blank document.
  2. Set a stop watch or mobile phone timer to 5 or 10 minutes.
  3. Your topic is at the foot of this post. DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH YOUR TIMER!
  4. Once you start writing, do not stop until the alarm sounds!
  5. Do not cheat by going back and correcting spelling and grammar using spell check. (The challenge is only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought-flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write with correct spelling and grammar.)
  6. You may or may not pay attention to punctuation or capitals.
  7. At the end of your post, write down “No. of words = ____” to give an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.
  8. Copy and paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new topic for your nominees, and copy / paste these rules along with your nomination (at least 5 bloggers).

My Prompt:

You walk into a that was bursting with wild laughter, but as soon as you step in the laughter ceases. Who are you? Why has the mood shifted in the room? What will you do next?

Cheers!