]]> http://eonreed.com/2013/05/23/vote-day-one-flowered/feed/ 1 http://eonreed.com/2013/05/22/painting-challenge-you-get-to-vote/ http://eonreed.com/2013/05/22/painting-challenge-you-get-to-vote/#comments Wed, 22 May 2013 17:58:45 +0000 Eon Reed http://eonreed.com/?p=2862 I want to paint. Like I usually do. Not something special to announce. BUT, I have decided to do something a little different with my next painting (which will also be a time-lapse video).

I’m going to let my Reeders choose what I paint.

Are you up for it? I hope so.

So, here’s my plan. I’m going to post a black and white photo every day for 7 days. You can vote every day if you want with a “yes” or “this one” or whatever else you’d like to leave in the comments (I will also take comments from Facebook and Google+). Whichever photo gets the most votes will be the winner.

Easy enough, yeah? I’m excited to see what you all choose.

Although this photo below is not part of this fun, little voting-paint-off, it WILL eventually become one. It’s a photo of my lovey and myself that I will most definitely be painting on a large-scale some day.

What do you think of our photo?

Enjoy. And Paint.

Then I realized, I AM!

…but just too busy to talk about it how much. But the next steps are on my mind every day at least. So, what’s the next step? Well, I realized that now that I have the skeleton down for outline, I get to add the good stuff. Meaning, all the crazy, insane and “wtf” moments that I think will really add to the story. I already thought of one today that I need to add.

Other than that, I am keeping up with my daily doses of amusement and inspirations on Writers Write. They had a very interesting tool that they added for us writers. Basically, you copy and paste a chunk of your text into their program and it tells you who you write like. I was very interested to see what it came up with AND, of course, if it was true. I put in pieces of both of my single novels, and I was excited to research that they actually do have a similar tone to what these authors write “Is It Possible to be a Little Schizophrenic?”

“I Brought Home A Ghost”

I hope that my tone for both stories continue throughout to keep the same feeling they have both started with. Since the parts that I let the program analyze were both the beginnings of my stories, I have a good starting point.

What about you writers out there? Who do you write like?

Enjoy. And Write.

“What’s next in the timeline?”

One thought after the other, and I realized there were only so many chapters left connecting where I was to the end of the story…That was when the light bulb went off in my head…

“Oh how inspiration strikes without warning…sitting and thinking brings a wave of creativity. Should I venture forward and finish my outline now?

I think I just may…4 years in the making may just end tonight….”

I sat uncomfortably on the bed, legs crossed with a pillow as my desk, and thought through the rest of my novel. A novel of 4 years gone by…From Chapter 24 to Chapter 19 plus the Epilogue. I think my Reeders will love me for my final chapter but close the book ____[enter descriptor for emotion here]___ at the Epilogue.

After 4 years of the idea swirling around in my mind, I finally have an ending and a COMPLETE outline. In honor of my accomplishment, I have created added a new background to my website so inspiration of surrounding books will keep me focused on my next journey…

…finishing “Is It Possible to Be A Little Schizophrenic?”

Enjoy. And Reed.

ahem.

The two prompts below all drew words from me, and I was excited to let them flow. Enjoy.

On May 8th…

My Response

This is the most important and muse-inspiring prompt I have read so far, and it made my Muse very happy…

Going back to when your inspirations started brings back those exact feelings and makes you want to write until you fall asleep. It makes you want to write until you finish every story you ever thought of. It makes you want to read every book that you have ever laid your eyes on, collected or heard about. It makes you want to stop doing anything in this world that does not mean “creative”.

I want to write about the book that changed my view of reading into writing. I want to describe the moment that I sat there and thought to myself: I can do this. I can write. I want to show you what was going on in my mind at the moment I considered myself a writer as much as a reader.

The only problem is…I have no idea when that particular moment happened.

What do I remember? I remember the challenge at lunch before 5th period. I remember him saying “Write me a story.” I remember that…I remember forgetting about 5th period and not hearing one word my teacher said as I scribbled and created my first story for a novel.

Characters.
Places.
Events.
All created in one class period.

Was that the moment? Was that when I chose to be a writer and never looked back? I do believe it is. Was it while I read a book? Oddly no. It was when I was challenged by someone I had cared for.

Thank you First Muse for demanding that I write for you…although, I do recall that you never looked upon my writing once the challenge was given. I wrote, and created, and drew, and outlined, and you never again asked for my writing.

Thank you for letting me bloom into the writer I am today without nosing into my mind.

Thank you.

Words:  331

On May 10th…

My Response

The love, or rather, the lack of love from mother and father is what makes my Protagonist also her Antagonist. Let me remind you that this novel is called “Is It Possible to Be A Little Schizophrenic?” The loneliness that Boss goes through her entire life creates moments and voices and separate personalities that she lives with her entire life…or does it?

That is the main premise of the story. Is Boss in fact schizophrenic or is she only extending her imaginary voices into imaginary friends? And what loneliness is strong enough to bring her to that point?

Her father never exists in her life except for every birthday and Christmas card she receives. Except for that one brief meeting where he gives her the means to take her life into her own hands. That one brief meeting where she looks into his eyes and knows that he did love her. He actually did.

What a moment it was.

But her life changes and moves, and she never again knows the broken or distant love of her mother or father.

Did her mother love her? As much as a woman like that could, I suppose. Her distance. Her solidarity. Her love for her daughter — all wrapped together in a package that she could never truly share with Boss.

Are they both the reason she is the way she is or, more so, the reason why she is the way she isn’t?

Yup.

In the end, she loved herself more than they did. Or did she?

Words: 256