Posts Tagged ‘story’
For those of you who are wondering, I posted my first draft copy, of my first chapter, of my first novel and for the first time. That is a lot of firsts. http://allworldissues.com/2012/12/05/rubys-notes-chapter-1-draft-thoughts/
I asked people for constructive criticism (yes good and bad) one thing you need to realize if you want to publish your work – you need to seek the criticism, and face the music – otherwise how are you going to improve and make it better?
Last night I spent a bit of time editing it (old school paper and pen style)
here is some of the edited copy – And for those who are wondering ALL my work IS in fact Copyrighted. So don’t be thieving
Being a school teacher wasn’t all it had cracked up to be. Sure there were a few perks, seeing the smiles on those children’s faces every time I entered the room, just as easily they smiled when it was time to pack their bags and go home, teaching them all about how the world works… How much they actually listen to is a different story. My name is Ruby, Ruby Kensington but you can call me Miss K.
I’m not married, I don’t even have a boyfriend, I don’t have children of my own and I don’t have any friends. No I am not a weirdo or maybe I am. You can decide that for yourself. I’m going to tell you a story about how I ended up in the position I am in.
June 28th 8:40pm. 1993
It was the 90’s and I was fresh out of law school, already I had already received my first job offer. I was desperate, so I went for it not knowing quite what I was getting myself into. We had arranged to meet at 9am the next day to discuss what the job involves, the only problem was that I did not know who I was meeting or why. I had received the phone call out of the blue, and the person I had spoken to did not go into any detail about the job, they just gave me a time and the address of where I would be meeting my ‘potential employer.’ When you are a lawyer, you don’t think too much about those types of phone calls – although I would have preferred to pick the location myself.
That night I had a group date with my best friends Chloe and Sandra.
They had been my friends since we were in law school. Chloe had long blond hair with colors running through it, pinks, purples, blues and oranges. She was short, maybe 5’2 and she was very socially awkward. When Chloe was younger she really wanted to be a hairdresser, but her mum forced her into attending law school. Chloe didn’t want to upset her mother, so, she used her talents with hair as a side business as a way to make some extra cash. Now Sandra on the other hand was the complete opposite. Sandra was a girl of status in the law industry – as her dad was a lawyer. She was tall with luscious tanned legs that go for miles. Sandra had dark hair and dark eyes, with a European look to her plus she was really skinny and everything about her screamed sexy. Sandra always had all the guys pining over her like little puppies, even though she turned them all down.
As the night progressed I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. You know the type of feeling you get when you think there is someone who just won’t stop staring at you? The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and cold shivers run down your spine, as if someone had ‘just walked over your grave’ as they say. That’s the feeling I had now, so I decided to call it a night with my friends and walk home.
As I was walking I started to feel dizzy, queasy even… did I really drink that much? A few minutes passed by and I couldn’t bring myself to walk any further. I hailed the first cab I saw and jumped in. My house was about a 10 minute walk away from our favorite hangout but I just couldn’t bear to walk any longer. The taxi drive made me feel worse. I wasn’t even sure if I was even in a taxi anymore and I just passed out.
Today I came up with 2 more ideas for my writing, one is a short story for children between 5-13 and another is for children aged 0-5. Although i do not know how i would go about publishing the one for younger kiddies I have been researching alot of the publishers in Adelaide. I was sent out a prospectus from an academy that I am interested in attending next year, which will be exciting (I will write about it if I ever get there) and I start two new subjects in november at uni, except these two subjects are at Curtin uni and Monash uni, lucky im studying via correspondance right? He he
So I just wanted to have a look see at my stats today and I see that I have over 400 followers now and I was shocked to see how many people from different countrys had stoped by to have a look too. If they stop by again I hope they read this and feel loved ((virtual internet hugs)) to everyone.
Soon I will be having another baby (as most of you know) I must say I am fairly scared about it. Ive been through labour, that was easy… Although i didnt get to finish because It all went horribly wrong and I needed an emergency c-section. They put me to sleep for that one, this time… I will be awake, and there is something that scares me about knowing on the other side of the blue screen… There will be the other half of my body open… Well on the bright side, its on the inside that counts right? ahhh… Still scared.
I will share the screen shots I took of all the different countrys.
I think that is pretty amazing, the fact that you can reach so many different people in a few months happy blogging everyone.
A friend of mines brother went all out and set up this charity for a cause he is really passionate about you can find the charity here I just thought that is would be the perfect way to help him, as I cannot help with a donation. The people involved will be riding from a place called Aldinga to Hindley street in Adelaide on their BMX bikes. Now I have taken the time to google map the distance for you just to show you exactally how far that is.
That is 47.3 km or in miles for my american readers that is 29.37 miles
So for this post i am just going to quote some facts and figures about strokes.
Worldwide Statistics According to the World Health Organization, 15 million people suffer stroke worldwide each year. Of these, 5 million die and another 5 million are permanently disabled.High blood pressure contributes to more than 12.7 million strokes worldwide.Europe averages approximately 650,000 stroke deaths each year.In developed countries, the incidence of stroke is declining, largely due to efforts to lower blood pressure and reduce smoking. However, the overall rate of stroke remains high due to the aging of the population. http://www.strokecenter.org/patients/about-stroke/stroke-statistics/
Goodluck with the ride guys and stay hydrated.
So I have been wondering all day what to write about, so I decided I was going to try and work on my book but I am stuck. I have made it a paragraph past where I last got stuck so what next? I think the hardest part about writing isn’t the idea itself but the unfolding of the story in general.
I mean you can have this amazing idea and you can write up your plot, problem, solution and conclusion’s to the story (depending on what type of story you are writing) but what comes next is tricky. With the amount of detail you have to use to explain things you can sometimes get lost in your story but other times you can just be stuck on the simplest thing… what happens next.
Here is the very last bit of my story I have written – I will not disclose what my story is about because I am nowhere near ready to share it with everyone (paranoid of the idea being stolen.)
“Why me?” is really all I could think right about now, while coming to the realization that yes, there was a payphone here and yes I did have some change to make a call but I don’t know who to call or where to go. I was suddenly lost in my thoughts; I mean if anybody saw me right now they would probably think I was crazy, just standing here consumed by my own wandering mind. There was a sound in the back of my mind that just wouldn’t go away. Then it dawned on me and quickly I snapped out of it.
The sound in the back of my mind was actually the constant ring of this payphone “how long had I been standing there and why is this phone ringing?” thinking to myself, I just stood there – staring at this phone and its constant ring “Why is it still ringing?” I thought, hesitant I decided to answer it.
“Hel…” I started to say by was quickly cut off “Go home Ruby.” The stranger said, the voice was so muffled I couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman who had just told me, well Ruby to go home. “But I…” I proceeded to reply but by that time the person on the phone had already hung up.
So what comes next? I am stuck… Plus I am not even sure if this is good enough to be a book… (Keep in mind that it’s just the last 3 paragraphs that I have written) That’s what editors are for right?
I also have never dont any professional writing courses at all… so if its not great at all then i completely understand