Look to the Sky for Creative Inspiration

Can an eclipse unblock creativity?

Can an eclipse unblock creativity?

I hope you were able to see the eclipse last night. It was pretty cool, but then again I’ve been fascinated with celestial objects since I was a kid. The moon turning red was the stuff of books, movies, and legends.

Unfortunately, eclipses have gotten a bad rap throughout history. They are associated with something foreboding, signify danger or impending doom. Once of my favorite movies, Practical Magic, has the main character’s sister cry, “Blood on the moon!” It’s a prediction of the bad stuff that’s to come in the plot and to the characters. You would think that if an omen as big and bold as a blood moon would make someone forgo rash decision making, but characters in books and movies tend to make poor choices at times. In this case, their use of magic in an inappropriate way leads to some crazy stuff. They can’t escape the omen and the consequences of their actions. (If you haven’t seen it, I recommend it. I love this movie.)

I wondered as I caught glimpses of the eclipse is how many creative people will be inspired by the moon? (That is if there were able to see it. There was a time when I thought the clouds were going to block it from sight all night.) Is it really a foretell of some horrible happening that’s yet to come or perhaps a positive event that unblocks our creative drive?

The moon itself has a bunch of characteristics that are downright crazy, causing anything from lunacy and madness to changing good people into werewolves or calling the devil up to roam the earth. Yet, Sunday’s eclipse instead of covering the moon completely in shadow had the light of the sun to illuminate it. There was a range of colors, gold, orange, and red.

If anything, seeing such an event will inspire me to imagine some great stories about what might happen under a blood red moon. Maybe I’ll go the old standard and create a story of danger or twist those myths around and write a tale of great love.

Wait a second … Practical Magic has both danger and love. Could the moon have inspired this story?

I hope this past weekend's moon helped you create great stories in whatever creative format you like.

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May 19 2015 Romance Weekly

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Welcome! If you're stopping by from LOVExtra's blog post, thanks. If this is your first stop, jump right in. We are doing flash fiction this week.

I came up with today's topic. It sounded like a good idea at the time. 

Today we are to create a flash fiction of 500 words or less. Include the following items: an empty parking lot, an abandoned SUV & a chihuahua sitting in the driver’s seat.

I can't wait to see what everyone else wrote. I went a little bit over the 500 word requirement. I'll ask forgiveness for breaking my own rule. 

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I like to drive. 

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Summer never made the best choices. Travel to her friend's house this late at night had brought nothing but weirdness. The town was quiet and ghostly. She could've entered an alternate universe, but she knew that hateful dog. He terrorized her in her sleep. Small and fast, the animal had both vicious teeth and attitude. She rubbed the scar on the back of her leg from a childhood dog attack (at lease she thought it had been a dog). Summer looked through her daughter's toy binoculars she had found in the bottom of her purse. 

The tiny creature sat in the driver's seat of her recently abandoned SUV. The little hellion had chased her around the parking lot the minute she opened the door after coming back from her friend's unanswered apartment door. The dog had hopped back onto the leather seat once her feet were in the grass.

Elliot's car rounded the empty parking lot and stopped two car spaces away from her vehicle. He got out and she tensed. He walked around the red vehicle and looked inside. He looked right at her and shrugged. His coming to her rescue was nice but irritating. She should've been able to rescue herself, especially, from a Chihuahua.

Summer stood and knocked loose grass from her knees. She took a wide path around her car toward Elliot. He leaned against the door, crossed his arms and tapped his foot. The blush flared hot in Summer's cheeks at the annoyance plastered on Elliot's face. 

"Why did you really call me? You miss me?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

Summer narrowed her eyes. Her ex-husband would think that. "No." She stood behind Elliot and peered in the SUV's tinted windows. "He's in there."

"There's nothing inside."

"He chased me all over the parking lot. Then guarded the damn door." 

The smile on his face made her fingers itch to slap him. He said, "It's a Chihuahua? A little, itty bitty dog?" 

Summer nodded. "Will you take me home?"

Elliot stalked over and yanked open all the doors and the hatch. Summer waited for the small bundle of fun to leap out and get her. Nothing happened. She wanted to sink into the ground from embarrassment. 

Elliot grasped her chin. "I'll take you home. We'll leave my car."

Summer followed the same path he had around the SUV. Nothing was inside. "I'm not crazy." 

"Get in." 

She crawled into the passenger seat. When she looked at Elliot, his eyes flashed black for a second and she reared back against the seat. The little Chihuahua, with the same black eyes, jumped to the console between them. 

"Good boy," Elliot said. He looked at Summer and locked the doors. "Sorry for the scare. It was the only way I could get you alone. I'm taking you to my world now." 

The Chihuahua looked like an evil creature shoved into a dog's body. It yipped. The extra sharp teeth flashed as it opened its mouth in a yawn. 

"Don't worry he won't bite, but I might." Elliot smiled and had the same teeth. Yes. It had definitely been a bad decision to come here. 

 

 

Hop on over to J.J. Devine's blog, author of Into the Darkness, to read her version of today's flash fiction.

See you next week.

October 28 2014 Romance Weekly

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If you first stop is here or you are joining from Brenda Margriet's blog, welcome! Thanks so much for stopping by. 

This week Romance Weekly went with a spooky theme.  Jo Richardson wanted a spooky story real or not 300 words or less. I decided to base my story on a true life event as had been told to me several times as a child. I hadn't witnessed it nor was old enough to remember if i had witnessed but it sure does make my Dad laugh when he remembers it. I've changed names to protect the innocent and embellished a bit. 

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It's a ghost!

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Martin and Damien anticipated the camping trip for days. Mom and Dad gave them permission to camp behind the farm, alone. The best part? No girls. Last time Jill got scared and Rose had to take her home. The endless crying was ridiculous, especially since it had only been a woodchuck. Girls. They got scared so easily.

This time Martin and Damien told as many scary stories as they dared.

Their eyes fluttered closed. The camp fire died out and they had poured water over the smoldering ashes. The the half moon provided little light. Perfect for the last ghost story Damien made up. The zipped their sleeping bags tight. A chill settled over the ground but they were too tired to get in the tent.

Martin sat up. “Did you hear that?”

Damien chuckled. Martin didn’t scare him. The rustle and scratch in the distance did (a little). “It’s another damn woodchuck. I’m going to call you Jill.” 

Damien grabbed a stick from the fire pit to smack Martin in the leg and get a girly scream.

“Look.”

In the distance, a white shape hovered in the harvested corn field. “It’s a deer.” 

“That’s white?” 

Damien huddled closer to Martin. “It’s an illusion.” 

The shape moved closer. It moaned. Martin whispered. “Deer don’t moan like that.” 

They backed up together. Damien tripped over his sleeping bag, Martin ran into the tent, and a loud rip rent the air. The moan grew louder and the shape increased in speed toward them. They screamed. 

“It’s a ghost. Let’s get out of here.” Damien squealed.

“We have to go past it to get home.” 

“Run really fast. Don’t stop.” 

Martin choked. “You’re gonna get us killed.”

 

 

It's probably not as spooky written as told. The hilarious part was the white specter was actually my Dad who got up in the night to check on the boys as he saw the campfire was still burring. His white t-shirt apparently was the only thing visible after the fire had been put out. By then he was half way up the field to the location where the boys had decided to camp. When they ran past him scared out of their minds he wasn't sure what was going on and turned and ran after them which further scared the boys because now the 'ghost' was chasing them to the house. 

I'm excited to find out Victoria Barbour's spooky story. See you next week.