Tales From The Writer’s Desk: So Many Stories

Hullo, everyone! This is a little piece that came out of my frustration for all the new story ideas I keep getting. All stories mentioned are real works-in-progress or new ideas. Enjoy!

I’m literally banging my head on my desk when Benedict comes into my office. He coughs, and I look up, rubbing my now sore forehead. “Yes?” I grumble.

Benedict hands me an envelope. “Another one, from Shadow.”

I let the envelope fall onto the desk, rolling my eyes at the “Confidential” stamp on it. Shadow is the guy who dishes up ideas for me. Right now he is the person I am quite angry with. Emphasis on angry.

“Would you like me to read it for you?” Benedict offers. He’s so helpful, bless his heart. If he weren’t here, I probably would have thrown my computer out the third story window by now.

I sigh and push the envelope across the desk to him. “Does he really think I need this many ideas? This is, like, the fourth one this week! Honestly! I mean, I really loved that twin idea, and the ideas for Chloe were super helpful, but I can’t write all of these at once!”

Benedict’s eyes widen as he reads, and he grins. “This one’s good.”

I groan. “I don’t think I want to hear it.”

He dangles the paper in front of me. “Contemporary Robin Hood story with the possibility of becoming a Cinderella crossover… Oh, and it even has a pretty nice first line.”

I snatch the paper away and read it excitedly. “Oooh! I love it!” I hug the paper to my chest, then moan. “But I have so many other stories…”

Benedict pats my shoulder. “You’ll be fine, Bri. Just set it aside for now and write down any ideas that come to mind. You can make it your reward for getting Chloe’s story done.”

I gaze longingly at the story idea. “Benedict, if you get any more envelopes from Shadow, do me a favor and hide them, okay? I’ve already got two possibilities for NaNoWriMo projects… I don’t think I need any more options.”

Benedict smiled. “Of course.”

Well, what about you? Do you have too many story ideas, or not enough? What’s your favorite not-yet-written idea? Comment below!

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Tales From The Writer’s Desk: A Little Help Here!

You step into the office you’ve become so familiar with, eyeing the book room. You want to get back to some more stories, but Bri said she needs to talk to you first. “You wanted to see me, Bri?” you ask.

Bri looks up from her laptop and stops humming. She pauses the song playing. “Yes, I do. Have a seat.”

You sit down in the interview chair, a little nervously. “What was that song? I didn’t recognize it.”

Her face flushes, embarrassed. “The Song of the Cebu. It’s – it’s a VeggieTales song.”

You hold back your laughter as Bri quickly continues. “Anyway, I need help. I just finished that series of interviews with the main characters of the Teen Warrior series and I have a huge list of other people to interview. I don’t know which one to start with, so I need you to help me decide which ones to do next. I’d like for you to pick out some of the ones that sound interesting to you. And I need some new questions, too. Do you think you can help?”

Please comment below with suggestions for interview questions! Your question could appear in a future interview. And vote on the poll for who you think should be interviewed next. Choose your three favorites, and feel free to comment on why you chose them! See the previous interviews for reference:

Slade     Iris     Wilson     Ellis     Haven

Interview From The Writer’s Desk: Haven Agnelli

Haven Agnelli is a character I’ve been working on for a new five book series I’ve started working on. I found this really helpful for learning about her. And Bri is technically me with a name change. Hope you enjoy! 🙂 Note: If you follow my other blog, you may have noticed that I’ve changed this character’s name. Mostly the same character, just a different name.

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I sigh, crumple up another sheet of paper, and toss it on the ever growing stack. I grab another sheet, and a sting of pain grabs my finger. Paper cut. I hear a knock at my door. “Yes? Come in.”

My secretary pokes his head into my office. “Haven Agnelli is here, Bri.”

I smile. Finally. “Let her in, Benedict.” He nods and steps out. I prepare a sheet of paper and a pencil and put a small bandage on my finger. Maybe this interview will be helpful. I need to get the juices flowing.

A fairly tall teenage girl steps hesitantly into my office. Her smooth blond hair falls below her shoulders; it’s loose, no ponytail or anything. She has short bangs, just on the right, and her hair is parted to the right. She looks sweet and shy with her golden-brown eyes and soft face. Something about her face makes her look young, around fourteen, rather than her actual age of seventeen. She looks nervous, so I offer her an encouraging smile and motion her to the chair in front of my desk before scribbling down notes on her appearance.

I finish the notes with a flourish and turn to her. “I’m glad you could make it,” I tell her. “I think this interview will help me out a lot.”

She nods a little nervously. “No problem. I love helping others out.” Her voice is soft and somewhat musical.

I smile. “So I’ve heard,” I say, jotting down another note on my paper. I look up. “Well, let’s get started. Can you tell me about your family?”

Her face reddens slightly. “Not very much to tell, I’m afraid,” she says quietly. “My dad left when I was five, and my mom died when I was eight. I never had any siblings,” she adds. I nod as I start on another sheet of paper. “My aunt and uncle took care of me while their son was at boarding school, but after he came back, I took the back seat. I felt lonely, rejected, and alone. I was also often bored, so I started working on developing my Gift. When I turned thirteen, I left them to get my own job and so I could work on my Gift more. I still keep in touch with them, though.”

“What did you do after you left?” I ask, writing furiously.

Haven smiles. “I found a job at a bakery in a small town. The owner let me have a room at his house to live in, staying with him and his wife, and I was allowed to keep any leftover baked goods that didn’t sell. I gave those to the poor people that I served with my Gift. The poor people were my closest friends.”

“And what is your Gift?” I ask as I finish writing down her back story.

“I have the Gift of healing,” she replies. “I can’t bring people back from the dead, but I can heal injuries, wounds, sickness – even little things like headaches or nausea.”

“Remind me to call you next time I stub my toe.” I grin. She laughs, a soft, sweet sound, and I make a note of that before checking my question list. “All right, now we’re going to get to some of the harder questions. How would you honestly describe your personality?”

Haven frowns, thinking. “Well, I would say I’m definitely an introvert. I don’t do much voluntary socializing, and I don’t talk very much. I’m the kind of person who finds a quiet spot in a social setting to watch all the action from. So, basically, I’m shy and quiet, although friendly, kind people who take the time to talk to me can pull me out of my shell. But I must admit that I’m still quiet after that; it just becomes more of a, uh, thoughtful quiet, rather than a shy quiet, I guess.” Her brow wrinkles as she thinks. “Most people treat me like I’m fragile, and they worry about me, but I’m really fairly strong, emotionally and mentally, at least.”

“Are you a hard worker?” I ask.

She nods. “If someone sets me at a task, or if I see something that needs to be done, I’ll work hard at it. I’m not much of a leader, so I’d rather be following someone else’s instructions about what to do than telling others what to do.”

I smile. “I understand. Okay, now, here’s a pretty hard one. What are some of your faults, or bad habits?”

Haven makes a face. “Well, how many faults do you want? For one thing, I struggle with seeing myself as I really am. I’m getting better at it, but I still have trouble with focusing on my good characteristics instead of my bad ones. Sometimes, well, a lot of the time, I struggle with speaking up and sharing my thoughts or opinions with others. I feel unwanted and useless sometimes. And I have a fear of people disliking me or making fun of me. I’ve been working on taking my focus off of what others think of me, but it’s hard. Most of my faults are insecurities.”

I nod. “I think we all struggle with that. Anything else?”

“I’m sure there’s plenty more, but I can’t think of any right now,” Haven says.

I smile and add a note on my sheet. Humble. “Okay, what are some of your strengths and good points?”

She thinks for a minute. “Well,” she begins slowly, “I’ve learned a lot about human nature and motives and things like that. There’s not really that many,” she admits.

I laugh. “It’s okay, tell me all.” I underline the word humble.

Haven sighs. “Well, people sometimes say I’m generous and kind and compassionate. I have a heart for serving others, and I always try to be loyal and not hurt anyone’s feelings.”

I check the next question on my list. “Okay, last one. What is your Name, the one the King assigned to you?”

She smiles. “The Healer.”

I nod and write it down. “Thank you so much for the interview, Haven. It’s been very helpful, and it was so nice to get to know you.”

Haven smiles her shy smile. “You’re welcome. I’m so glad I could help you.” She reaches over and touches the bandage on my finger where I got the paper cut earlier, and then she leaves. I pull off the bandage and smile at my healed finger.

Stepping Into The World

“Hello, welcome to our world,” the man behind the front desk greets you. He reminds you strangely of Sherlock from the BBC series. “I’m Benedict. Are you here to see Bri?”

You gape at him. “No way! You’re not… Benedict Cumberbatch?”

He gives you a strange look. “No, just Benedict. Please, step this way.” He leads you out of the small, white waiting area and through a door. The office you enter doesn’t look like a normal office. Sticky notes and index cards cover the walls. A luciously soft-looking chair sits on your side of the huge oak desk, and in an equally comfy-looking chair on the other side of the desk sits a teenage girl. She shoves her blond hair behind her ear as she scribbles violently on a piece of paper. She looks up and spots you, looking startled.

“Oh, hi, take a seat,” she says, quickly turning her attention back to her writing.

You gaze around the office. A laptop is set up on the table, but the girl isn’t really using it. A song’s playing on it, and you move the mouse to discover that it’s the Avengers theme song. You smile and lean back in the chair. The only wall that doesn’t have sticky notes and index cards on it is the one behind the desk. A floor-to-ceiling bookshelf takes up that entire wall, and, although not all of the shelves are filled with books, there are plenty of books stacked on the floor, too.

The girl finally sets down her pencil and smiles at you. “Sorry about that,” she says. “I’m Bri.” She shakes your hand. “I take it you’re here to explore. There’s a whole other room filled with stories over there.” She motions to a spot where you can see a doorknob peeking out through the sticky notes. “Try not to knock off too many notes if you go in there. I interview people, too, so there’s some of those interviews in there, too. I hope you enjoy checking everything out. Let me know if you need help, and I’d love your feedback on all of the things you read. Enjoy!”

You thank her and head over to the door. Taking a deep breath, you gently swing it open and step into the World.

Welcome to My World

Although I’m not exactly new to the blogosphere, this is a new blog for me. Obviously, since this is the first post.

I’ve created this blog to promote my writing and to get my writing out to the world, while freeing up my other blog for that which it was originally intended: to spread the Good News, the best news, of the salvation we have through Jesus Christ. Please check it out: proverbs31teen.wordpress.com.

I hope you enjoy what I write and that you’ll provide plenty of positive feedback. I mostly write young adult and middle grade fiction, although I don’t have a particular genre I write in as I like to experiment. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy jumping into the World of the Writer.

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