Her workshop was titled: Well Begun is Half Done.This workshop was incredibly enlightening.She presented it in a semi informal way with lots of great information sprinkled with samples of other author’s work, as well as personal examples from Nancy’s own experience.
This being a workshop, Nancy had us do a number of exercises.I’ll post two of those below.
The first one was to take five words and use them in a paragraph about setting.1) Silver Chalice 2) Jewel Handled Dagger 3) Aubusson Carpet 4) Bible and 5) Skull
This is what I came up with – –
The bleached skull sat on a dusty table just inside the door.This should have been my first clue this was no ordinary hairdresser.I wasn’t familiar with the city and I certainly didn’t know my sister’s future mother-in-law, but The Silver Chalice had been highly recommended by the woman and I did need an emergency color job.Damn over the counter dies.I never should have tried to freshen up my own color, especially when I was the maid of honor in tomorrow’s wedding.Whatever, too late to dwell on that now.
As I stepped inside, the heavy wooden door swished shut, locking out the city noise.The purple hairs on the back of my neck stood out and honestly, I should have left right then.But I couldn’t.Maybe it was the intricate design on the Aubusson carpet laid out in the entryway.Or maybe it was the collection of jewel handled daggers decorating the wall. Whatever it was, I knew if I left I would regret it.
A slight noise from an open door to the right drew my gaze.When a mountain of a man stepped through, I swear on a stack of bibles that my jaw hit the floor. I kid you not, this guy was the exact image I held in my head of the sexy knights I’ve read about in novels.My only thought was Lord, please don’t let him be gay.
So, what do you think???Remember, we only had about 10 minutes to write this one.
The next exercise was to use a blush pink rose as a primary plot devise in a scary or horror blurb.This one was a little out of my comfort zone, but I was game to try it.I even read it out loud and no one laughed.So I’m guessing I did okay.Again, we had about 5 minutes for this one…
Lisa always wondered who left the blush pink roses on her mother’s grave.For years she would visit the small town where she grew up and each time she paid a visit to her parents’ grave, a fresh bud would be lying below her mother’s name.
Lisa thought it was from an old lover or even one of the many students her mother taught.Never did she think there was anything ominous about the act until she found the first on lying by her front door.A door that is more than 1,600 miles away.Now Lisa has to find out who is leaving these for her or she might just end up in the same position as her mother.
Enough of those.We had a blast and I learned a lot from Nancy.I only wish I lived closer to Atlanta so I could take one of her college classes.
The subject was wonderful, but the fellowship with other writers was just as rewarding.Below are some of the pictures I took once I remembered that I did have a camera.I really wish I had captured a few more of some other really great friends who were also there.