Sunday, August 28, 2022

Callie Ch 8 by Leanne Dyck (inspired by the writing life) "Just the Two of Us"

 Chapter Seven: With a job that supports her writing and Aurora realizing how important Callie is to her process, prepare for a happy ever after ending.

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Callie

Chapter Eight

I remember the day it happened. I was taking a bus to the grocery store. A couple got on and sat in the seat in front of me. She turned around, "Hey, I know you."

She didn't look familiar. I racked my brain trying to figure out where we could have met.

"At the Starving Artist," she said.

"I was your w--."

"Look, honey." She nudged her boyfriend...husband. "She's that writer we like."

"Nice to meet you. My name is Aurora Corbin and I'm a writer." From that day on, I knew who I was.

Thank you for reading Callie.

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September on this Blog...

You may know that I write to adults and children. You probably know that I write short stories. You may not know that I write memoirs. I will make room on this blog... 

Sunday, August 21, 2022

Callie Ch 7 by Leanne Dyck (inspired by the writing life) "Open Mic Night"

 Chapter Six: Aurora takes the job as a server at The Starving Artist and seals her fate with Callie. Do you think she made the right decision? What would you have done?

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Callie

Chapter Seven

Friday after Friday, my co-workers kept pressuring me. "Tonight?" and "Come on get up there."

Clearly sharing my stories was an expectation. If I didn't join in would I lose my job? Fear that the answer was yes drove me out of the audience to the microphone. The lights were low; the bar was crowded. I read my words with emphasis the way I'd rehearsed.

 Alone with Him

Applause accompanied me back to my table and there he waited--the first guy to hit on me since Rupert. I soaked up the attention and joined him in his cab.

He led me to his bedroom. The bed was made. There was no dirty laundry on the floor. Why do I always attract neat freaks?

"You don't know how talented you are, do you?" He kissed my neck. "Never doubt your author voice. Believe in the power of your words." He undid button after button on my sweater. "Always--."

Boeotia


A golden ray kisses

The cheek of an angel


An angel whispers to a mourning dove

"Awake my child and sing."


"Sorry, about the noise," I said.

"I don't hear any--."

I put my index finger on my lips, found my purse, and left the bedroom--so Callie and I could be alone. 

A mourning dove's song

Awakens a fair maiden


A fair maiden stretches her arms

to the sun,

to inspiration,

"Lead me."


A day begins in Boeotia.

I tip-toed back into the bedroom, thinking that what's-his-name was asleep.

He sat up in bed. "You hear voices?"

"Voice. Only my muse--Callie's. When she speaks I write."

"You won't write about us, will you?" He looked worried.

"I write whatever my muse tells me to."

He crawled out of bed and handed me my discarded clothes. He gave me some lame excuse for why I had to leave and why we could no longer see each other. Maybe he said he was moving to the South Pole or becoming a priest or... Whatever.

I wondered what truth he was trying to hide from my pen as I dressed quickly and left.


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Read Chapter Eight--the final chapter

With a job that supports her writing and Callie's inspiration, prepare yourself for Aurora's happy ending.



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Sharing my Author Journey...

My goal was to finish the first draft before the end of August. Day

Sunday, August 14, 2022

Callie Ch 6 by Leanne Dyck (inspired by the writing life) "In a Restaurant"

 Chapter Five: Aurora abandons sleep to write. What would you do to develop your passion? What would you sacrifice? What would you endure? 



Callie

Chapter Six

Authoring a steady stream of stories was a dream come true. But at such an expense. It had been too long since I'd had a good night's sleep. I had very little energy to do anything but write. If I didn't find a job soon I'd starve. I was forced to take a cold hard look at things and when I did I came to a difficult conclusion. I had to give the necklace back. 

But... If only... Maybe... I made one last desperate attempt to get Callie to listen to reason. "I’m exhausted," I told her, "I need to sleep.”

She kept me up all night long--telling one story after another. I had to take the necklace back. Thankfully the bookstore’s address was listed at the top of the sales receipt.

Receipt in hand, I walked the streets of my neighbour. I went to the correct address but the store had vanished. In its place, a colourful abstract mural pulled me off the street and into a restaurant—The Starving Artist. Inside was just as vibrant as the mural with pottery and sculptures displayed on shelves and paintings on walls.

I stood captivated just inside the door. I stood there long enough for a server to notice me.

“Right this way,” she told me.

“No, I...” I couldn’t afford to eat there. If I didn’t find a job soon the only place I’d be finding my food would be in the nearest dumpster.

“Oh, you’re here about the job.”

Job? “Yes, the job.”

I caught the words “Fifteen dollars an hour plus—.” and quickly replied, “I can start immediately.”

"The restaurant is run by an artist collective." We stopped in front of a painting of a cityscape done in abstract—blocks of white represented skyscrapers, black dots for people, and vehicles with red dot headlights. "This is one of mine."

“I really like it.”

“Thanks. What do you do?”

Had I had more than a blink of sleep I’m sure I would have been able to come up with something better to say than, “I write.”

“Open mic night’s the last Friday of every month,” she told me.



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And on Monday, August 15...

'We clang pots and pans, honk car horns, hoot and holler, to make as much noise

Sunday, August 7, 2022

Callie Ch 5 by Leanne Dyck (inspired by the writing life) "With Callie's Help"

 Chapter Four: So the necklace is a vessel in which Calliope, a Greek Muse, communicates with writers. Knowing this, would you wear the necklace?

Callie

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Chapter Five

Gone was the struggle for the right word, the elusive character voice, the frantic need to keep inspired, to keep motivated. Now, like magic, stories just kept coming--rushing out, like water from a tap--night...

A Stone Heart

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after night...

In Icelandic

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after night...

He Saved Me

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after night...

What's Wrong with Michelle

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after night...

The Way of It

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after night...

A Confession

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after night...

Larry

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after night...

Answering Machine

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after night...

Lasting Love

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after night, Callie tells me her stories. I bring them to life on paper and they become mine.


Aurora abandons sleep to write. What would you do to develop your passion? What would you sacrifice? What would you endure? 

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