Merry Christmas Day 9
Make this beautiful pie X 2.
(When I grow up I’m going to remember how to save pictures on this blog.)
Now, when the pies are freezing, imagine a girl who is a bit of a klutz.
She can’t walk without falling.
She can’t adjust her own glasses without poking herself in the eye.
She decides to make this pie, too. How does she do? Is she Amelia Bedelia? Or me? Write her experience.
Merry Christmas Day 10
Share the second pie with someone who needs it. You can decide who that person is and why there is a need.
Before you take the pie over, write a note expressing your love for this person. You may give it along with the pie, or treasure the thoughts for yourself. However, I have found when I don’t move on a particular thought (when it comes to others), I always miss an opportunity.
One Christmas, there was a surprise blackboard where Santa had written my sister and me a note.
“That’s Nana’s handwriting,” I said. I looked squint – eyed at my mother and grandmother. Then I shrugged off that coincidence and went to open all of my presents, which happened to be Barbie stuff. Including a toaster that really popped the toast up.
I believed in Santa like a crazy gal. I argued with first graders, and when I went to second grade, I argued with second graders, and when I went to third grade, I argued with third graders. According to my mother, I believed in Santa until I was 12-years-old.
I still sort of believe. And while I never taught my own children that Santa gave them presents, I did tell them there was someone who gave to people who didn’t have anything and that he lived long ago and he is the real Saint Nicholas. And because I love Him, we talked a lot about Jesus.
By the way, Mom said when she told me Santa wasn’t real, I cried for hours. Then she said I ran back in to the living room, and asked, “Well, what about the Easter Bunny?” It was a rude awakening.
So what do you believe?
Who is your hero?
What means the most to you at this time of year?
How does your character celebrate?
Write 25 adjectives showing how your character celebrates Christmas.
what would your character fight to the death for?
And finally, if there were a Santa Claus, and there may be, what would he do for you?
When I was little, my beloved Nana had a silver Christmas tree. It was as big as the whole room and there were pink-bulb ornaments and Santa-faced ornaments and I loved that tree. It was a dream. There were promises tied up in it. When it came out of the box and the lights went on and you turned out all the ceiling lights, you couldn’t help but gasp. The whole room twinkled.
What memory do you have, that may be a little different? Is it your grandmother, cigarette smoke a wreath around her head, sitting in a darkened room, smoking? Does she have a cold beer in her hand? When she laughs, does she mean it?
How can you change your memory, or the feeling of your memory and put it into fiction? Can you write an essay? Can you make someone your children never knew, live? Can you almost touch the image you create?
That is your writing exercise today. Write about someone, without being sappy, and make them breathe.
We all have secrets.
These secrets are hidden from most others and are sometimes hidden from ourselves. Some secrets may be harder to hide during The Holidays. They may make a person more generous or more Scrooge-like. Whatever, our secrets are a part of us. And when we are writing, secrets can make for a more interesting character.
I just realized one of my characters was wildly in love with a guy she’s dated behind her best friend’s back. Secrets complicate plots, make for a juicier read, and give you something to write about. And while this isn’t a big secret in my book, it’s one the character has carried for a decade.
What are your character’s secrets?
Make each one more dark than the one before.
Part Two of Merry Christmas Day 6:
Imagine this secret is revealed on Christmas Day, without the main character wanting it to be known.
What happens next?