Snippets

If you are a writer, you have lots and lots and possibly lots of ideas pop into your head all the time. Will they become a full story? Depends on how deep the inspiration goes and how much time you have. I know I will never have time to write all my story ideas.

I have a scene that takes place in a superstore, where a man who is a germaphobe and not comfortable with people finds the aisle with the antibiotic wipes occupied by a woman with two children. She’s recently widowed and doesn’t want to be involved with a man who takes risks foolishly. Her husband was a dedicated motorcycle racer. That one has actually gotten to the level of giving the characters names.

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Then I have an idea where a man is looking for a safe woman to have sex with, and by safe he means won’t want to make it a permanent relationship. She wears her wedding ring still, in spite of being widowed for a long time. Yeah, I don’t know what this thing about widows is all about.

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I love paranormal romances, but don’t know why I had a ghost story attempt to gestate in my brain. All I know is, while at a party in a supposedly haunted house, the heroine sees a man that no one else can see. Her friend tells her not to tell him her name. He tells her that’s just a myth. And he’s been dead for 200 years, what harm can he do?

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This I put up as a prompt in an on-line writing group: Blood dripped from his hand, congealing as it cooled in the basement room. “I didn’t kill her,” he told me.

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Only one person responded, but the short piece was great. She hopes to expand on it and write a paranormal romance. Score!

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Near my house there’s a backyard with a tree house near the wall that separates the property from the street. I stared at the tree house for hours, sometimes while listening to Bare Naked Ladies doing If I Had a Million Dollars. What if a homeless person found a way to live in the tree house without the owner of the house ever knowing?

My Amazon parrot was originally owned by a drug dealer. When I am not where my parrot can see me, he shouts “Help! Help!” What if a parrot was thought to have information tied to a drug dealer and was being cared for by an animal services worker in case he revealed clues to the crime being investigated?

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And on and on it goes. Life is so full of events and happenstances that I can’t imagine running out of ideas. Running out of time is much more of a concern. Guess I better get back to writing. Thanks for reading, I’ll be back on Thursday.

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