I don't know how other writers do it, so I'll just add a little blurb about my own writing experiences. Maybe I need to journal these thoughts someday? Maybe not because the mechanisms that come into play for me to begin a short story are not the same as other writers.
I have a story in mind that I keep playing with and trying to come up with conflict, reason for change or not, back story, characters, (theme isn't a subjective component of this story), and my completed picture for The Four Penny Whore.
I keep four pennies beside my bed as a reminder of the story. I was working on the premise today and had to recall the time in Philadelphia; where this story begins. Penelope Winthrop. Yes, that's her name. She is the daughter of Sara and Jason Winthrop, shop owners.
So the story begins with her brutal murder. I now must work the detail, but not to worry because she died rather painlessly.
These are my notes to myself. I recall her last breath, her last meal before that fateful night. She had a child. A bastard child, yes. But he was the child of her great love who had betrayed her.
The notes of William Ashford will condemn more than his soul; he had given his love to a woman with whom the cost of four pennies could bring happiness.
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These are my notes for today. Do you also write notes about the story, characters, settings, and how the story will progress? I'm curious to know that I am not alone.
I have a story in mind that I keep playing with and trying to come up with conflict, reason for change or not, back story, characters, (theme isn't a subjective component of this story), and my completed picture for The Four Penny Whore.
I keep four pennies beside my bed as a reminder of the story. I was working on the premise today and had to recall the time in Philadelphia; where this story begins. Penelope Winthrop. Yes, that's her name. She is the daughter of Sara and Jason Winthrop, shop owners.
So the story begins with her brutal murder. I now must work the detail, but not to worry because she died rather painlessly.
These are my notes to myself. I recall her last breath, her last meal before that fateful night. She had a child. A bastard child, yes. But he was the child of her great love who had betrayed her.
The notes of William Ashford will condemn more than his soul; he had given his love to a woman with whom the cost of four pennies could bring happiness.
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These are my notes for today. Do you also write notes about the story, characters, settings, and how the story will progress? I'm curious to know that I am not alone.
