This weekend I came across some writing advice that said to write 5 short stories at the same time. I'm seriously considering that at the moment.
I've been working on the major revisions for 2 older stories: "Grey's Cove" and "Little Sister". I have already started the major scene in "Grey's Cove". I'm about to start the major scene in "Little Sister". So I think I'm at least half way through both of these stories.
I know last January I had a set a goal of writing 3 new stories this year. Right now I have 1 new story that's been started. The working title is "Trampled Rose". I'm thinking about adding 2 new ones. The working titles for these 2 stories are "Wild Flower" and "Whisper". I'm still considering it, and haven't decided yet to start them. These 2 have the potential of becoming novellas just like "Shades Of Grace" is. It won't surprise me if they do. I don't know how long "Trampled Rose" is going to be. I'm thinking it might end up being a novelette. But it could become a novella as well.
When I finish "Grey's Cove" and "Little Sister" I want to start 2 new stories. I have a couple of story ideas in mind to work on. I don't have working titles for those 2 yet.
I still would like to have at least 3 new stories written this year. I don't want to give up on that goal - even though it's almost October. With God's help I can do what He wants me to do. I want to be led by His peace. So am I going to write 5 stories at the same time? I'm considering it and praying about it. I do seem to sense peace about it.
I know I've been doing a series of posts on the history of Morning Star Fellowship. I think I'm going to let that end for now. I might start a series of posts on the background history of something else.
For now I'll keep on writing. :)
"My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer."
Psalm 45:1
"I can do everything through Him who gives me strength."
Philippians 4:13
Scripture taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION® Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House. All rights reserved.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Morning Star Fellowship - part 16
The history of Morning Star Fellowship continues with more on Ruth Hart. A few people have read my story "The Night The Heavens Cried". It's about an 18-year-old girl named Rachel. In this blog post we're introduced to Rachel.
Ruth Hart (part 2)
A daughter was born to Cole and Ruth. They named her Rachel. She had curly auburn hair and deep-blue eyes just like Cole did. She was a quiet little baby who did not do a lot of crying and fussing. She often smiled at everyone.
Cole and Ruth often played with their little girl and hovered about her. They took turns taking care of her and watching over her at home and at Church. Many times Cole took Rachel into his lap and bounced her gently on his leg. Rachel usually giggled. Cole always told her, "You are Daddy's little princess, and you will always be Daddy's little princess!"
As soon as Rachel learned to walk, she always stayed close to her parents. She was not one of those children who tended to wander off. Of course, Cole and Ruth always kept a close eye on her and knew exactly where she was.
When Rachel was almost 4-years-old, another daughter was born to Cole and Ruth. They named her Bonnie. She had brown eyes just like Ruth's. Her head was covered with soft wisps of strawberry-blonde curls. Cole told everyone that God had blessed him with three princesses.
Rachel stepped right into the role of big sister like she naturally knew exactly what she was doing. No one really needed to tell her what to do or ask her to help. Whenever Bonnie's bottle dropped to the floor or just rolled away from her, Rachel quickly grabbed it and gave it back to her. Many times Rachel asked if she could feed her baby sister, and she was allowed to do so. She carefully scooped baby food out of a bowl, and delicately placed it into Bonnie's mouth. Ruth was amazed to see her toddler acting like a little mother.
During the summer Morning Star Fellowship had its annual church picnic with barbecue and games. After eating, Cole and Ruth spread a blanket down on the ground and sat down with their girls. Other families did the same with their own blankets and beach towels. Bonnie, being only about three months old, was nestled in a baby carrier. Rachel stayed by her and fed her a bottle of milk.
Someone walked up and started talking to Cole and Ruth. Meanwhile a young boy stepped over to Rachel while she continued to tend to Bonnie.
"Don't you hate your baby sister?" The boy asked.
Rachel simply answered, "No."
"Well, I hate mine. I can't stand her!"
At that point Cole and Ruth both turned their attention to the children. Rachel continued holding the bottle to Bonnie.
Cole replied without a smile, "Hey now, we don't talk like that. Jesus wants us to love our brothers and sisters, and love our families."
Rachel told the boy firmly, "I love my sissy."
The boy turned and walked away without another word. Rachel looked over at her parents, and they both smiled back at her.
"That's my little princess!" Cole reached out and tweaked one of Rachel's ringlets. "You keep loving your sissy, and watching over her."
"I will, Daddy."
Ruth Hart (part 2)
A daughter was born to Cole and Ruth. They named her Rachel. She had curly auburn hair and deep-blue eyes just like Cole did. She was a quiet little baby who did not do a lot of crying and fussing. She often smiled at everyone.
Cole and Ruth often played with their little girl and hovered about her. They took turns taking care of her and watching over her at home and at Church. Many times Cole took Rachel into his lap and bounced her gently on his leg. Rachel usually giggled. Cole always told her, "You are Daddy's little princess, and you will always be Daddy's little princess!"
As soon as Rachel learned to walk, she always stayed close to her parents. She was not one of those children who tended to wander off. Of course, Cole and Ruth always kept a close eye on her and knew exactly where she was.
When Rachel was almost 4-years-old, another daughter was born to Cole and Ruth. They named her Bonnie. She had brown eyes just like Ruth's. Her head was covered with soft wisps of strawberry-blonde curls. Cole told everyone that God had blessed him with three princesses.
Rachel stepped right into the role of big sister like she naturally knew exactly what she was doing. No one really needed to tell her what to do or ask her to help. Whenever Bonnie's bottle dropped to the floor or just rolled away from her, Rachel quickly grabbed it and gave it back to her. Many times Rachel asked if she could feed her baby sister, and she was allowed to do so. She carefully scooped baby food out of a bowl, and delicately placed it into Bonnie's mouth. Ruth was amazed to see her toddler acting like a little mother.
During the summer Morning Star Fellowship had its annual church picnic with barbecue and games. After eating, Cole and Ruth spread a blanket down on the ground and sat down with their girls. Other families did the same with their own blankets and beach towels. Bonnie, being only about three months old, was nestled in a baby carrier. Rachel stayed by her and fed her a bottle of milk.
Someone walked up and started talking to Cole and Ruth. Meanwhile a young boy stepped over to Rachel while she continued to tend to Bonnie.
"Don't you hate your baby sister?" The boy asked.
Rachel simply answered, "No."
"Well, I hate mine. I can't stand her!"
At that point Cole and Ruth both turned their attention to the children. Rachel continued holding the bottle to Bonnie.
Cole replied without a smile, "Hey now, we don't talk like that. Jesus wants us to love our brothers and sisters, and love our families."
Rachel told the boy firmly, "I love my sissy."
The boy turned and walked away without another word. Rachel looked over at her parents, and they both smiled back at her.
"That's my little princess!" Cole reached out and tweaked one of Rachel's ringlets. "You keep loving your sissy, and watching over her."
"I will, Daddy."
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