Step Into A Scene Of Your Own Written Words

It’s Friday, and it’s almost the end of August.

Where did the month go?  

Do you wonder the same thing? It’s been a busy month for all of us.

This week’s post is going to be light and airy with just two questions that I hope you will take the time to answer.

You’re a fly on the wall in one of your own stories...

If you could step into one scene of your own written words, where would you go? I want you to choose a place that you’ve written about in a book, short story, or poem. We’ve all been to these places in our minds with our characters…at a kitchen table, in a forest, a ballroom, a tree house, a stable, a hospital room, in an office, an airplane, a cave…AND, who are the main characters there with you?

Make me curious.

For me it would be - the grand keeping room at Kingsdale Mansion, near Philadelphia. The month is March. It is 1864. A party is taking place. Jacob and Mary are there. Mary is asked by Jacob’s father, Edward, to recite Lord Tennyson's, Charge of the Light Brigade. What Edward requests is a huge honor – no woman has ever been asked to recite this traditional reading in front of guests before.

“Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death, Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death, Rode the six hundred…”

I wanted to say thank you all for the well wishes last week. My back is feeling much better and I’m back to work.

To all of you on the east coast - stay safe. Be prepared as they say Hurricane Irene is a huge storm. We’ll keep you in our thoughts and prayers.

Between you, me and the gatepost,

Loree