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J. J. Brown, Wordslinger

"I Sling Words As I Go Along."

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So, every story I write has its own journal…..

……where I can jot down every idea and thought related to it.  That journal goes with me as I go about my day – you never know when that illuminating idea will strike.  And I enjoy this process because it allows me to keep everything in one place and readily accessible.  I’ve got at least three journals for Novel Now Finished and I expect that it will be the same for the sequel.  Most of my novels (in progress or finished) have more than one journal to document my journey, from inception to completion.

Photo credit: Unknown. But I need this mug.

Writers a funny breed – we observe, we document, we report on our findings, whether it’s fiction or non-fiction.  I even keep a story idea box, which has become the repository of random items I find in my daily travels.  And I keep everything – from scraps of old news clippings to a broken pair of glasses, that box is chock full of potential stories.

The more I write and read, the more I’ve learned to discern the voices of other writers.  What does that mean?  Well, if I listen to particular composer’s music often enough, I can find his (or her) musical signature in other compositions.  Same with a particular writer – their ‘voice’ and writing patterns become familiar and within a few seconds of reading, I’ll know who penned that particular piece of writing.

This is all a part of my education as a writer – the more I read, the more I enrich my writing.  And the more I journal the process, the better chance I have of either skipping a step that didn’t work previously or taking it in a new direction.

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Random Snippets of Poetry

So, I’m not a poet or a writer of short stories.  I gravitate towards novels and screenplays, which are generally easier for me to utilize.

However, I’ve randomly written some random pieces of poetry over the last couple of days.  I’m amused by them, and there is no deeper meaning to find in them.

Enjoy.

September 30, 2017
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The stories in my head
Want to fall in love with you.

 

October 1, 2017
There was a crime scene in my backyard.
The poor rat did not see it coming.
I have zero suspects and few leads.
But Otis the Orange is looking pleased.

 

October 2, 2017
Henry the Gray abhors loud noises.
The Big Green Truck has them in spades.
While cowering in his hiding space,
Henry the Gray shouts, “Not this day!”
And then naps for ten hours.

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