Michaeline: Prime Results

An 1890s man in a dressing gown tells a harem girl stories about her eyes.

Oh, I think I could tell you a story about his eyes! Image via Wikimedia Commons

Last week, I had a good writing week, and I’m afraid I’ve been squeeing about it in several places. It’s the first time I’ve written “The End” since the end of November 2014, so I’ve been ridiculously happy and maybe somewhat obnoxious about it. I could put a lot of qualifiers on it – it’s just a draft, it’s not even 7,000 words, there’s probably some big and gaping hole that I can’t even see in the creative afterglow – but I don’t care about that. I just want to do it again. And again. And again!

So, I’ve been searching for something I’ve done differently – something that I can adapt into some sort of talisman or ritual, something that doesn’t involve blood sacrifice or extra housework. Something that would be a pleasure to do every day.

Well, I’ve reviewed the week, and there are three things that are different.

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Michaeline: Writing Between the Lines

circa 1810 or so. A man sees a golden disk, a young lady sniffs at a vial of perfume, a man listens with disdain to his pocket watch, a man enjoys a small dish of something, and an old man feels the young lady's plump and tender forearm, while looking at her slyly.

Imagine capturing the five senses with your eyes and words . . . .

The universe is in sync. Last week, Elizabeth asked us to share other ways we tell stories. And lately, the universe has been talking to me about audio drama. Continue reading