In what felt like seconds, the soothing sounds of a bamboo flute in the key of A somewhere, ushered my mind into blankness and my soul gulped sweet serenity, soothed me before I caught fear of this foreign peace by thinking of my Old Religion.
I rise from my mat.
Then, my meditation-
Copyright 2017 Erica Jean Smith
*Happy Sunday everyone! I hope you enjoyed this flash fiction. Have an amazing week 🙂
Yes, I am evolving and this blog will evolve right along with me LOL!
My first priority and job is as an author(actually my first is loving my amazing man, but you didn’t ask for all of that, did you?)
I am always revamping something on this blog.
I will continue to review books.
However, as an author, I have to think about my platform and what my readers expect from me.
Some new content I will be introducing soon, is a brand new way to review books that I am sure everyone will adore! This new, fun method will be helpful in many ways for writers and readers.
Secondly, I will try to reduce posting a lot. I understand many people add me to their WordPress Readers or on Twitter which is good. For those of you subscribed to my email, I hope I have not been placing too much in your inboxes(truly sorry!)
Third, I am working on some amazing writing projects and I welcome- no- URGE you to participate in upcoming polls and discussions. In order for me to know what you’d like to see on this blog and how you feel about my books, I need feedback because, well, I do care about what your eyes consume.
Fourth- More notification about my novels, what I am working on, submission contests and more.
That is it for now. In the next coming weeks, I will be shifting and rearranging things on here. Good luck to you all and have a great day 🙂
With all these plastic people, I had to come up with something!
Along with books, my parents bought me and my sisters Barbie dolls, and so we would set up the doll house, clear our small room and the entire place was hooked up, lit up with the Barbie swimming pool with real water.
“What’s the story for today?” Um, Totally Hair meets Black Ken, or, Fashion Barbie will finally let her hair down and ride in the Corvette…without a chauffer….
I tell ya, the memories I am having right now, of the thousands of stories each Barbie doll brought out of my imagination- makes me nostalgic to a high degree.
You see, I didn’t need pen and paper. I had the fake people to use.
Playing Barbies Was My First Flash Story Lesson
I love writing at the drop of a hat.
When my parents had company over(adults fun time, I guess), it was time to go upstairs.
What to do now?
I had the Nintendo and Sega Genesis, but after a while I got tired of using controls to control something on a screen.
I wanted to brush hair, and create little Barbie sitcoms.
Looking around my room, I’d switch on more light and grab the Barbies, the large house and this time, even the My Little Pony land with the ponies!
Quick, as lightning I created a plot in my mind and would have the Barbies interact with one another. Sometimes, I even ran a series, like a soap opera.
Sadly, after a while, a couple of friends and girl cousins thought I was losing it. We were young too, like maybe ten or eleven- I could have been eleven going on twelve though; and I guess playing with Barbies was suddenly too childish for them to do anymore.
That was my first taste of what loving what I do could possibly make someone ostracize themselves from me.
You learn as a writer, to have tough skin.
Doesn’t lessen the pain though…
Through Barbie I Learned How to Network
On a really bright side, I met others like me!
Besides my sister, I’ve met friends who had more of a love of Barbie playing than even me!
We formed instant friendships and one of my old friends had a Barbie land. A freakin’ Barbie land set up in her home!
She had what seemed like dozens of Barbie dolls. I was in heaven! Plastic heaven!
We would collaborate, bring our stories together and made sure to let our parents know that we must meet again soon to continue this.
Imagination. Flash Story Creation. Networking.
It should, this is what we do here as bloggers who tell stories. At first, I thought it would be a bit of a stretch to mention how Barbie helped me to be a blogger/ writer but playing with toys and using your imagination are tools- FREE tools, which helps build the creative muscle.
In fact, using your imagination is what aids in creating worlds and characters in the first place.
Like, comment, and subscribe if you feel what I am saying.
What experiences in your past may have shaped you as writer?
I’d love to hear 🙂
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Due to moving around a lot and losing material and technology(I know, really bad), there has been a severe delay in creating a second book to the Mark of Fortune series.
However, I am no longer in denial.
The genie romance was designed to present, simply, an idea. That’s it.
This is not to say that Sam and Stone’s story is completely over. I wrote it during a time that the world was built completely by my imagination and the direction I wish it to go continues to get stifled by the Muse.
I am deeply sorry to my readers who enjoyed the work. Deeply. My heart breaks when I think of what the series can become.
However, all hope is not lost. I will be publishing great content and working on future genie books following a trajectory I think we all will be satisfied with. For now, join me in my adventure creating content in other genres I enjoy!
P.S. I am working on a serious memoir and some poems at this time. Visit me at Smashwordsto find more of my writings and don’t forget to check outWrite Resumes Right 2017, where I hope to collaborate with you on the structure, challenge and rewarding phase of job app writing.
His whole body was a funny poem. Spiky ebony hair, great tan, eight pack abs, chrome fixtures above his right temple and entire right side- indicating his nature as a cyborg, but with heart shaped lips and a laugh that was sexy. They were full, perfectly shaped. Pink-ish. Cyborgs aren’t supposed to have beautiful lips, right?
Amza allowed his hands to roam down the side of her body. He took his sweet time.
They were alone, in the small alcove of the underground city. She was sure he didn’t like her, considering how lecherous he was with other women cyborgs. She was the only human there, slim not “well stacked” like the female cyborgs, but here he was smoothing his hands over her skin touching her as if she were sexy.
“If you want to make him jealous,” he began, talking about her abusive, loser boyfriend. “You can start by using me.”
Bod didn’t have to say anything else, Amza grabbed his face and kissed him hard, surprised by the moan falling from both of them, like the humming a thousand bees, or the groaning of a few instruments during a symphony. His hands stayed around her waist.
For real or for play, Bod wanted her.
And she wanted him.
By the light of the moon she could see his chrome fixture on the side of his head glowing, his right eye shining like a star. He was beautiful and pulling her in for a deeper kiss.
Amza caught a shadow flicker along the wall just as Bod trailed warm kisses down the side of her neck…
You don’t have to be a fan of these icons’ music or film to appreciate that they know something about art and how to market it.
Oprah The Innovative Leader.
Many of us do not remember Oprah’s old days. You have to catch that on YouTube now. She had the big hair, big business suits and she worked- for someone else.
Then she did something radical. Something truly amazing that revolutionized television forever…
But when Oprah entered the talk show scene in 1986, she “just blew the whole thing open,” McNamara said. Oprah became interested in what made people feel. What made them cry. What made them happy. What made them tick.(paraphrased-Mary McNamara, Television Critic)
Continue to revolutionize your writing. Take an aged subject matter, an idea, anything and make it your OWN. And secondly, begin to ask the big questions of your audience and your characters: What makes them cry? What makes them rage? What makes them happy?
I create a document of “character interviews” so I can know the deep psychology of each one and this drives the plot.
Oprah did not invent the talk show, but she knows people. So observe your family members, friends. Keep a notebook on you at all times and jot down conversations, and body language. This will make for a great blog post, poem, essay or a book.
Destiny’s Child really was always Beyonce’s Child IMO because she stood in the forefront and could really market herself VERY well.
Album after album is a hit.
And Beyonce’s latest promo had the world on the edge of their seat. We thought she was going to announce something huge- but she just wanted us to know she is Vegan too.
Please don’t make that same mistake. But here is what you do.
What you can take from this as a writer is developing your staying power. Especially if you are an author-preneur. Constant marketing and promotion of your works is key. And giving little morsels here and there to make the world crave what you will do next(but don’t drop the small vegan bomb like Beyonce did)
You can achieve this by utilizing social media platforms, commercials and my fav: Letting readers download a portion of your book for free or find some beta readers to review your book before it is published.