When I told Hunny that I was doing 30 Scenes in 30 Days, he didn’t think that I could do it. And you know what? He was right! I couldn’t write a scene a day for a month. But I tried. I’m still trying.
This is a scene from my grandmother’s biopic. It doesn’t have character descriptions because the characters have been introduced earlier in the piece.
After my Grandmother gave birth to Raymond, a still born child, the doctors told her she would never have children of her own. My Grandparents adopted my Aunt. Two years later, she gave birth to another son, my Dad. It’s such a miracle that we’re here right now and I am writing this.
I couldn’t decide which song to write about today. So, I had to pick the song that I’ve been singing to myself for days.
If you’re a Chris Thile fan, don’t watch How to Grow a Band. Trust me. The logline should be: A Machiavellian mandolin player emotionally cripples bandmates.
My second Art Scene! This is exciting, you guys! Mostly because I’m using Hunny’s art, but also because I haven’t given up on this series. I usually let life get in the way and take a breather, but this time I’m not. Even though my 30 Days will extend into May, I’m still sharing my scenes with you.
I used to cut pictures out of magazines and stick them up on a cork board for inspiration. I cut out a picture of a flower and Hunny liked it. He liked it so much that he decided to paint it. When it didn’t sell at an Art Show, Hunny said that I could have it. He’s regretted it when people have offered to buy it, but he said it was mine. Do you think I should let him sell it?
This is the inspiration for today’s scene.
I like pink roses. Any shade of pink. Hunny has bought wildflowers for me before, but now that we have Yeeyum, who has allergies, we’ll have to stick with roses.
Day Nine was supposed to be a dialogue driven scene, but I couldn’t post it because I didn’t have my laptop. I decided to give you a “two for one” today. Here is the scene for Day Nine:
Here is the scene for today:
Now that I’ve recuperated from whatever strange bug I had, I caught Yeeyum’s stomach virus. The joys of motherhood *sigh*
Yes, it’s the 20th of April and I am ten days behind. Between sickness and not having a laptop, it’s amazing that I’m not further behind. I am finally feeling well enough to sit up and type.
Today is Easter Sunday and I wanted to share what the first one was like. This scene is taken from John 20.
I love that Mary doesn’t recognize Jesus until He says her name.
My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow Me. John 10:27
We are His! Hallelujah!
You guys. I hit a wall. I totally could NOT come up with anything today. Nothin’. Nada. Zip. So I fudged a little. I’m using a scene that I wrote years ago for a contest. I wasn’t even a finalist in it, but I tried!
The genre is Thriller.
Hopefully, I’ll get my creative juices going for tomorrow’s scene.
I haven’t been feeling well today, so I thought an autobiographical scene would be easy for me. This happened shortly after Christmas. Sadly, I did not take any dramatic license with this one.
Although I did play it safe, I still ended up sorry.
This past weekend sucked. There really isn’t a better description for it. Other than a few bright spots, it was a crap fest.
I decided to use my Whatevs category to write a love letter to myself and to you. If you’re feeling bad, if other people’s expectations of you are wearing you down, if the comments from others are crippling, then this is for you. This is for us.
A little reminder that His all encompassing love for us is more than the circumstances of our life. His love is more than enough. We are enough to Him.
Even though my descent originates from the British Isles and Germany, I have always felt attached to Native American culture. Maybe I wouldn’t feel this way if my mom didn’t take us to Pow Wows growing up.
This is an image that I pinned on Pinterest months ago. It reminded me of a documentary I saw about a man who was the last of his tribe. He lived in the mountains as a hermit and did not venture into society until he felt he was dying and needed help. I thought it would be interesting to write a movie from his perspective.
As I was playing with Cupcake, I saw a stray crayon on the floor. I picked it up and read the name.
I decided to go with it. Here is the scene for today.
Tomorrow is going to be tricky, but I’ll figure it out!