Partners in Crime
A Day in the Life of a Writer: A Writing Anthology 2013
A rare view into the building blocks of composition, Story Sprouts is made up of nearly 40 works of poetry and prose from 19 published and aspiring children's book authors. This compilation includes all of the anthology writing exercises and prompts, along with tips, techniques and free online writing resources to help writers improve their craft.
An excerpt from The Senses of Writing,
by Diane Robinson.
How appealing it is when your senses can be expressed into potent and intoxicating writings of the joy, love, and happiness of early parenthood?
You can recall, perhaps, your early childhood years. What did it feel like when you touched your first pet? Was it soft, smooth, slimy, big, small, smelly, or did it just lay there like a pet rock?
Or, perhaps you can remember the sudden spark of pain and the soft touch of your mom or dad kissing it and wrapping a sticky Band-Aid around it? Did your senses tell you it was going to be all right and you could soon go back to hearing the sounds of the playground, the touch of the hard metal of the see-saw, the smell of hot dogs cooking in the park?
Ahh, the sweet senses that can be bought back in simple words of intoxicating descriptions.
It is a language of my heart and soul.
A Day in the Life of a Writer
A Collection of Lessons and Exercises on Voice. Twenty-five authors composed in less than 10 hours, more than 60 works of original poetry and prose in another Children's Book Writers of Los Angeles writing workshop.
“Shipwrecked” was a writing group story in 25 matters of life and death scenes centered around one fictional incident. When a small cruise ship collides with a local fishing boat two miles away from Stromboli, a volcanic island off the coast of Sicily, Italy, in the Mediterranean Sea.
The 25 authors wrote individual scenes within the first twenty-four hours of the shipwreck as the volcano continued to erupt every 10-15 minutes. While the writers were aware their individual scenes would be one part of the story, they worked entirely alone on their scenes not knowing what the other authors wrote.
An excerpt from Scene XIX, by Diane Robinson.
Using his arms and legs as hard and fast as he could, Peter swam away from the wreck toward the island, but as he swam, he looked up and saw another terror up ahead. Forget the sharks – in front of him a huge fountain of blood-red tentacles spread across the active volcano. Peter could smell the dark sulfurous stink of the flame’s odor and hear the sound of the crackling flames.
It seemed ready to engulf and pounce on whatever or whoever was below, as its flames ran down the slopes like red berry syrup on awaiting buttery melted
ice cream. Peter considered swimming back toward the ship, but he would down from exhaustion.
It was a matter of a life and death instant decision. The shore might embrace him with a dragon’s fiery breath into his lungs or he could take a chance and swim back to look for any driftwood from the fiery collision. He had to make a quick choice as his legs and arms felt like armor and his lungs felt they would burst any moment.