My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words. (Psalm 45:1)

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TOPIC OF THE MONTH - SEPTEMBER

1. Read the topmost post, then click on "comments".
2. Read the last comment to see the most recent addition to the story.
3. Copy/past the entire story to date into a new comment box.
4. Add a further three words.
5. Click on Comment as. If you are signed in, your name will appear. Click on Publish.
6. If you're not signed in, click the small dropdown arrow, and select Name/URL. Give us the name we know you as, and click on Publish.

Remember! This is meant to be a story!
Have fun!

Friday, 01 November 2013

TOTM November: We Are All Different: Let's Prove It!

Many new writers are reluctant to share their story ideas in case someone else will steal them and write them up themselves. Yet I'm sure you will agree that we're all different. Given the same situation, we would all write the story differently.

For this month, let's have some fun and prove our differences. I have selected ten words using a Random Word Generator . My challenge to you is to write a short short story using all of these words in any order.

  1. Trusting 
  2. Luggage 
  3. Rotten 
  4. Delirium 
  5. One way
  6. Tedious 
  7. Diploma 
  8. Refreshment
  9. Trudged
  10. Relentless
Paste your story in a comment below and let's see what develops over the month. 

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

TOTM October. The Upside-Down Tree EDIT #5

Work through the section in black and pick out a maximum of three things you think need to be changed. Type your corrections in a comment below, using CAPITALS for your changes, and explain why you think they need to be corrected. Allow at least one other person to post a comment before you look for more alterations.

Remember, there usually isn't only one way to say a thing. You may disagree with others, and that's fine. Just enter your own thoughts--a maximum of three at a time (so that others have a chance too).0

N.B. If you spot something that needs changing in the blue section, you need to go back to the previous posts as they may well have already been picked up. Only cover the black words in this post.

THE UPSIDE-DOWN TREE

SCRIPTURE READING: Acts 17:1-10
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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:  . . .  they drew Jason and certain brothers before the city judges, crying, These who have turned the world upside down have come here too.
Acts 17:6 (KJV)
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As I drove along the road through the Limpopo Province of South Africa, I stopped the car to gaze with my eyes at the mighty baobab tree standing alongside the road. I knew that in the South African wet rainy season, this tree would give bountiful shade to both animals and humans alike as well as it would be providing food, water and shelter. Yet right then, in the dry air of the desert winter, it had lost all its foliage. It's head and arms appeared to be buried under the sand. Its spreading branches resembled fibrous roots as they reached out to the sky above. This had earned it the descriptive nickname, "The Upside-Down Tree." A number of African legends seek to explain the reason why this big tree appears to grow this way.
Early Christians were referred in their day as those "who turned the world upside down" because they made such a noticeable impact on people. I wonder if that could be said of us Christians today? Do people see us as different to them? Do we have a noticeable impact on those around us? Or are we so like everyone else they don't see any difference? Over forty years ago in the past, someone succeeded in turning my life upside down when they introduced me to Jesus Christ. Through the years, I have been privileged to lead others into Christ. Yet I am surrounded by people who need to have their lives turned upside down-or would that be right way up?


PRAYER:  Lord, forgive me for the times I seem to appear to be just like everyone else. Please help me to live in such a way that my life helps to make a difference to all those around me. Help me to show them ways of how to turn their lives right way up.

Friday, 11 October 2013

TOTM October. The Upside-Down Tree EDIT #4

Work through the section in black and pick out a maximum of three things you think need to be changed. Type your corrections in a comment below, using CAPITALS for your changes, and explain why you think they need to be corrected. Allow at least one other person to post a comment before you look for more alterations.

Remember, there usually isn't only one way to say a thing. You may disagree with others, and that's fine. Just enter your own thoughts--a maximum of three at a time (so that others have a chance too).0


N.B. If you spot something that needs changing in the blue section, you need to go back to the previous posts as they may well have already been picked up. Only cover the black words in this post.

THE UPSIDE-DOWN TREE

SCRIPTURE READING: Acts 17:1-10
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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:  . . .  they drew Jason and certain brothers before the city judges, crying, These who have turned the world upside down have come here too.
Acts 17:6 (KJV)
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As I drove along the road through the Limpopo Province of South Africa, I stopped the car to gaze with my eyes at the mighty baobab tree standing alongside the road. I knew that in the South African wet rainy season, this tree would give bountiful shade to both animals and humans alike as well as it would be providing food, water and shelter. Yet right then, in the dry air of the desert winter, it had lost all its foliage. It's head and arms appeared to be buried under the sand. Its spreading branches resembled fibrous roots as they reached out to the sky above. This had earned it the descriptive nickname, "The Upside-Down Tree." A number of African legends seek to explain the reason why this big tree appears to grow this way.
Early Christians were referred in their day as those "who turned the world upside down" because they made such a noticeable impact on people. I wonder if that could be said of us Christians today? Do people see us as different to them? Do we have a noticeable impact on those around us? Or are we so like everyone else they don't see any difference? Over forty years ago in the past, someone succeeded in turning my life upside down when they introduced me to Jesus Christ. Through the years, I have been privileged to lead others into Christ. Yet I am surrounded by people who need to have their lives turned upside down-or would that be right way up?

Tuesday, 08 October 2013

TOTM October. The Upside-Down Tree EDIT #3

Work through the section in black and pick out a maximum of three things you think need to be changed. Type your corrections in a comment below, using CAPITALS for your changes, and explain why you think they need to be corrected. Allow at least one other person to post a comment before you look for more alterations.

Remember, there usually isn't only one way to say a thing. You may disagree with others, and that's fine. Just enter your own thoughts--a maximum of three at a time (so that others have a chance too).0

N.B. If you spot something that needs changing in the blue section, you need to go back to the previous posts as they may well have already been picked up. Only cover the black words in this post.

THE UPSIDE-DOWN TREE

SCRIPTURE READING: Acts 17:1-10
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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:  . . .  they drew Jason and certain brothers before the city judges, crying, These who have turned the world upside down have come here too.
Acts 17:6 (KJV)
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As I drove along the road through the Limpopo Province of South Africa, I stopped the car to gaze with my eyes at the mighty baobab tree standing alongside the road. I knew that in the South African wet rainy season, this tree would give bountiful shade to both animals and humans alike as well as it would be providing food, water and shelter. Yet right then, in the dry air of the desert winter, it had lost all its foliage. It's head and arms appeared to be buried under the sand. Its spreading branches resembled fibrous roots as they reached out to the sky above. This had earned it the descriptive nickname, "The Upside-Down Tree." A number of African legends seek to explain the reason why this big tree appears to grow this way.
Early Christians were referred in their day as those "who turned the world upside down" because they made such a noticeable impact on people. I wonder if that could be said of us Christians today? Do people see us as different to them? Do we have a noticeable impact on those around us? Or are we so like everyone else they don't see any difference? 

Friday, 04 October 2013

TOTM October. The Upside-Down Tree EDIT #2


Work through the section in black and pick out a maximum of three things you think need to be changed. Type your corrections in a comment below, using CAPITALS for your changes, and explain why you think they need to be corrected. Allow at least one other person to post a comment before you look for more alterations.


Remember, there usually isn't only one way to say a thing. You may disagree with others, and that's fine. Just enter your own thoughts--a maximum of three at a time (so that others have a chance too).0

N.B. If you spot something that needs changing in the blue section, you need to go back to the previous posts as they may well have already been picked up. Only cover the black words in this post.

THE UPSIDE-DOWN TREE

SCRIPTURE READING: Acts 17:1-10
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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:  . . .  they drew Jason and certain brothers before the city judges, crying, These who have turned the world upside down have come here too.
Acts 17:6 (KJV)
_______________________________________________________________

As I drove along the road through the Limpopo Province of South Africa, I stopped the car to gaze with my eyes at the mighty baobab tree standing alongside the road. I knew that in the South African wet rainy season, this tree would give bountiful shade to both animals and humans alike as well as it would be providing food, water and shelter. Yet right then, in the dry air of the desert winter, it had lost all its foliage. It's head and arms appeared to be buried under the sand. Its spreading branches resembled fibrous roots as they reached out to the sky above. This had earned it the descriptive nickname, "The Upside-Down Tree." A number of African legends seek to explain the reason why this big tree appears to grow this way.

Wednesday, 02 October 2013

TOTM October. The Upside-Down Tree EDIT #1


Work through this short section and pick out a maximum of three things you think need to be changed. Type your corrections in a comment below, using CAPITALS for your changes, and explain why you think they need to be corrected. Allow at least one other person to post a comment before you look for more alterations.


Remember, there usually isn't only one way to say a thing. You may disagree with others, and that's fine. Just enter your own thoughts--a maximum of three at a time (so that others have a chance too). 

THE UPSIDE-DOWN TREE

SCRIPTURE READING: Acts 17:1-10
_______________________________________________________________
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:  . . .  they drew Jason and certain brothers before the city judges, crying, These who have turned the world upside down have come here too.
Acts 17:6 (KJV)
_______________________________________________________________

As I drove along the road through the Limpopo Province of South Africa, I stopped the car to gaze with my eyes at the mighty baobab tree standing alongside the road. I knew that in the South African wet rainy season, this tree would give bountiful shade to both animals and humans alike as well as it would be providing food, water and shelter. Yet right then, in the dry air of the desert winter, it had lost all its foliage. 

Tuesday, 01 October 2013

TOTM September A Story in ONE SENTENCE. 10

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant.

Suddenly a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the boat.

~~00~~

On the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his rifle. "You won't get away with this," he muttered softly, while aiming at the hunter in distress.

"Got him!" The croc rolled on its back in a death roll aimed at the hunter. The boat tipped, sending the hunter backwards into the river where the certainty of death by drowning became real.

Daryl remained motionless as the elephant stepped closer to his foe. "Good, one thwack with that and revenge is complete."

The oar smashed into the crocodile just inches from its snout. Daryl watched in horror as the croc swung around, its jaw wide, allowing the bloody body of the man to drift free on the surface of the water.

"Hah, thought you'd get away from me, you scumbag? Didn't think I'd be able to find you in this kind of place, did you? I only hope the croc comes back for you so no one finds you and spots the bullet wounds." Daryl stood up, slinging his rifle onto his back again as he headed for the thick bush.

He soon reached the clearing where he had left his Landrover, but came to an abrupt halt when he realised it was no longer there. He scanned the area for clues--four different sets of footprints patterned the sand where his car had stood merely an hour ago.

Daryl caught a glimmer of movement in the bush ahead and crept forward; to discover he was crouched behind a small herd of elephant with their backs to him. Behind him, a twig snapped, and he turned, coming face to face with a massive bull elephant.

His heart sank as he realized there was no way he could out run this threat. But, then, he looked in wonder at the broken oar held by the elephant. This was the one that had thwacked the crocodile. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't such a threat. Daryl clutched his rifle to his chest, afraid that if he raised it to fire on the elephant the gigantic beast might reach him first, and attempted to sidle into the thick bush on his left.

As he pushed through the thorns and dense vegetation, he kept a watchful eye on the elephant whose only movement was a slowly swinging trunk and an occasional twitch of his massive ears.Then, without a sound, the elephant turned and walked slowly round where Daryl stood and joined the small herd. Daryl let out his breath and lowered his rifle, thankful that he did not have to face, and shoot, a charging elephant.

Suddenly the elephants started to clump together, their ears flapping and some raised their trunks; clearly they heard or sensed something Daryl did not. Then he too heard the sound as a heavy-duty motorbike skidded into the clearing and uniformed rangers tumbled out, their hunting rifles at the ready--and they weren't pointed at the elephants.

"Are you all right, Daryl", one of the rangers shouted. "We heard there were poachers in the area, and were concerned about you!" 

"Thanks," shouted Daryl. "I managed to shoot one of them, and had some help from the big guy. Glad to see you both!" 

"Big guy?" 

"Yes, the elephant. There's quite a story to tell."

Friday, 27 September 2013

TOTM September A Story in ONE SENTENCE.9

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant.

Suddenly a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the boat.

~~00~~

On the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his rifle. "You won't get away with this," he muttered softly, while aiming at the hunter in distress.

"Got him!" The croc rolled on its back in a death roll aimed at the hunter. The boat tipped, sending the hunter backwards into the river where the certainty of death by drowning became real.

Daryl remained motionless as the elephant stepped closer to his foe. "Good, one thwack with that and revenge is complete."

The oar smashed into the crocodile just inches from its snout. Daryl watched in horror as the croc swung around, its jaw wide, allowing the bloody body of the man to drift free on the surface of the water.

"Hah, thought you'd get away from me, you scumbag? Didn't think I'd be able to find you in this kind of place, did you? I only hope the croc comes back for you so no one finds you and spots the bullet wounds." Daryl stood up, slinging his rifle onto his back again as he headed for the thick bush.

He soon reached the clearing where he had left his Landrover, but came to an abrupt halt when he realised it was no longer there. He scanned the area for clues--four different sets of footprints patterned the sand where his car had stood merely an hour ago.

Daryl caught a glimmer of movement in the bush ahead and crept forward; to discover he was crouched behind a small herd of elephant with their backs to him. Behind him, a twig snapped, and he turned, coming face to face with a massive bull elephant.

His heart sank as he realized there was no way he could out run this threat. But, then, he looked in wonder at the broken oar held by the elephant. This was the one that had thwacked the crocodile. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't such a threat. Daryl clutched his rifle to his chest, afraid that if he raised it to fire on the elephant the gigantic beast might reach him first, and attempted to sidle into the thick bush on his left.

As he pushed through the thorns and dense vegetation, he kept a watchful eye on the elephant whose only movement was a slowly swinging trunk and an occasional twitch of his massive ears.Then, without a sound, the elephant turned and walked slowly round where Daryl stood and joined the small herd. Daryl let out his breath and lowered his rifle, thankful that he did not have to face, and shoot, a charging elephant.

Suddenly the elephants started to clump together, their ears flapping and some raised their trunks; clearly they heard or sensed something Daryl did not. Then he too heard the sound as a heavy-duty motorbike skidded into the clearing and uniformed rangers tumbled out, their hunting rifles at the ready--and they weren't pointed at the elephants.

Monday, 23 September 2013

TOTM September A Story in ONE SENTENCE. 8

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant.

Suddenly a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the boat.

~~00~~

On the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his rifle. "You won't get away with this," he muttered softly, while aiming at the hunter in distress.

"Got him!" The croc rolled on its back in a death roll aimed at the hunter. The boat tipped, sending the hunter backwards into the river where the certainty of death by drowning became real.

Daryl remained motionless as the elephant stepped closer to his foe. "Good, one thwack with that and revenge is complete."

The oar smashed into the crocodile just inches from its snout. Daryl watched in horror as the croc swung around, its jaw wide, allowing the bloody body of the man to drift free on the surface of the water.

"Hah, thought you'd get away from me, you scumbag? Didn't think I'd be able to find you in this kind of place, did you? I only hope the croc comes back for you so no one finds you and spots the bullet wounds." Daryl stood up, slinging his rifle onto his back again as he headed for the thick bush.

He soon reached the clearing where he had left his Landrover, but came to an abrupt halt when he realised it was no longer there. He scanned the area for clues--four different sets of footprints patterned the sand where his car had stood merely an hour ago.

Daryl caught a glimmer of movement in the bush ahead and crept forward; to discover he was crouched behind a small herd of elephant with their backs to him.

[IS THIS THE REST OF THE HERD THAT OUR ELLIE IN THE RIVER BELONGS TO? IN WHICH CASE IS HE ABOUT TO COME BACK TO JOIN THEM? OR DO YOU HAVE OTHER IDEAS? WHAT'S DARYL GOING TO DO NEXT? ADD ANOTHER SENTENCE TO OUR THRILLING DRAMA!]   Click on comments and read through the last comment then continue the story with a full sentence.

Saturday, 21 September 2013

TOTM September A Story in [Three Words]ONE SENTENCE. 7


The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant. Suddenly a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the boat.

~~00~~

On the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his rifle. "You won't get away with this," he muttered softly, while aiming at the hunter in distress. "Got him!" The croc rolled on its back in a death roll aimed at the hunter. The boat tipped, sending the hunter backwards into the river where the certainty of death by drowning became real.

Daryl remained motionless as the elephant stepped closer to his foe. "Good, one thwack with that and revenge is complete."

The oar smashed into the crocodile just inches from its snout. Daryl watched in horror as the croc swung  around, its jaw wide, allowing the bloody body of the man to drift free on the surface of the water.  Click on comments and read through the last comment then continue the story with a full sentence.

Thursday, 19 September 2013

TOTM September A Story in Three Words 6

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant. Suddenly a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the boat.

~~00~~

On the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his rifle. "You won't get away with this," he muttered softly, while aiming at the hunter in distress. "Got him!" The croc rolled on its back in a death roll aimed at the hunter. The boat tipped, sending the hunter backwards into the river where the certainty of death by drowning became real.

Daryl remained motionless as the elephant      Click on comments and read through the last comment then continue the story with a further 3 words.

Wednesday, 18 September 2013

TOTM September A Story in Three Words 5

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant. Suddenly a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the boat.

~~00~~

On the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his rifle. "You won't get away with this," he muttered softly, while aiming at the hunter in distress. "Got him!" The croc rolled on its back in a death roll      Click on comments and read through the last comment then continue the story with a further 3 words.

Monday, 16 September 2013

TOTM September A Story in Three Words 4

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant. Suddenly a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the boat.


On the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his rifle.  Click on comments and read last comment to continue the story.

TOTM September A Story in Three Words 3

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant.

Suddenly a sound of cracking wood

TOTM September A Story in Three Words 2

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

TOTM September A Story in Three Words 1


The elephant lowered

Saturday, 24 August 2013

Get-togethers Galore!




2013

This has been a good year for CWOSA get-togethers. Apart from some individuals spending time together, we also had three official times of fellowship.

WRITERS UNCAGED - Gauteng

In May a few of us were blessed to attend the Writers Uncaged mini-conference run by Aldyth Thomson and her helpers. This conference came about as a result of talks Aldyth, Linda and I had way back when in Cape Town. Having experienced American writers' conferences, Linda and I longed to see a similar event taking place in South Africa. At the time it didn't work out. A few years later, Aldyth and I again met up--this time in Johannesburg and again talked around the topic. It was just such an expensive proposition with so many challenges. Once again, nothing happened.

Beauty for Ashes Women's Conference - Johannesburg, 2013.

This year, 2013, it finally came together! It was nothing like the American conferences. After all, that's why we have CWOSA, right? Our requirements are different. However, Aldyth and team put together a top-rate teaching mini-seminar, lasting from 8 am to 3 pm (I think!).



Mary de MuthMary de Muth, who had been flown out as one of the two speakers for the Beauty for Ashes conference commencing that evening, presented an outstanding day of teaching, and a wonderful time was had by all.



CWOSA SUPPER

After the writers mini-conference, we went off to a local Mugg 'n Bean for supper where we met up with Clinton.

















BEAUTY FOR ASHES

Sue Keddy

Then it was off to Beauty for Ashes Women's Conference for the evening and the whole of the next day. There we enjoyed excellent inspirational speaking from both Mary de Muth and Sue Keddy.





CWOSA COFFEE DATE

A few weeks later, in June, my husband Rob and I drove to Cape Town where once again I was able to meet up with some of our CWOSA members.

It was so good to meet up again with some of our earliest members plus one newbie, Retha. We talked writing and shared experiences for several hours whilst Ross's wife and my daughter plus another friend, who were all roommates and friends in college years ago, caught up on news at a nearby table.


I hope you've enjoyed this glimpse at some of our members enjoying each others company. Make a decision now to try and join us next time. Better still, why not find out which members live close to you, and have your own get-together. Writing is a lonely business, and it's great to have fellowship with one another whenever possible.

OVER TO YOU: 

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Wednesday, 07 August 2013

Travels in Turkey

After the rapid growth of the first church in Jerusalem there was soon persecution, which scattered the new Christians into ‘all the world’. Modern-day Turkey was one of the major areas to which Christianity spread, with Paul as the trail blazer, and others of the early church figures playing a prominent role.

Turkey is an amazing country – full of interesting features of geography, of history and of religion. It reminded me often of the Western Cape, particularly on the west coast, and in Bergama (Pergamum) we saw a bank of vygies and sour figs, which made us feel at home.

Turkey has been inhabited for thousands of years, with culture succeeding culture. This was the land of the Hittites; it was later conquered by the Persians, then by the Macedonian Alexander the Great. Then came the Romans, who made Constantinople (previously known as Byzantium, now Istanbul) the capital of the eastern Roman (Byzantine) Empire. Eventually the Ottoman Empire conquered the land, and while Turkey is today officially a secular state, the Muslim religion is predominant, with very few remains of Christianity other than at archaeological sites.
Sardis Gymnasium

And there are plenty of archaeological sites! We saw some amazing ruins, where the archaeologists have painstakingly pieced together fragments of stone and have rebuilt large portions of the old cities. Through the years many cities have been destroyed several times by earthquakes. If anyone likes jigsaw puzzles, study archaeology and go to Turkey!
Laodicean archaeological jigsaw puzzle

One thing was hard to miss: There was always at least one temple in the major cities. We saw temples to Artemis, Zeus, Athena, Dionysius, Trajan, Aphrodite, Domitian and Apollo. Amazing among this list of names are Trajan and Domitian – Roman emperors! The Imperial Cult was the issue that made Christians the enemies of Rome. Saint Polycarp, bishop of Smyrna, was martyred because he refused to say ‘Caesar is Lord’.
Temple of Trajan, Pergamum

Polycarp was born in 65 AD, and is thought to have been a disciple of John, who ordained him as bishop. When required by the Romans to revile Christ, he is reported to have said, ‘Eighty-six years have I served him, and he has done me no wrong. How can I blaspheme my King who has saved me?’

One of the strongest impressions that I took away is the courage and endurance of those early Christians. Jesus was absolutely clear when he told the 72 of his followers that he was sending them out as ‘lambs among wolves’ (Luke 10:3). The early missionaries were heading into the teeth of opposition and darkness, trusting their lives to God. The incident in Lystra described in Acts 14:8-20 is an example. There, after Paul had spoken God’s healing to a man born crippled, the priest of the temple of Zeus wanted to sacrifice oxen to them, calling Barnabas ‘Zeus’, and Paul ‘Hermes’. They managed to stop him, but very soon the opposition from their last town (Iconium) followed them to Lystra and turned the crowds against them. Paul was stoned, dragged out of the city and left for dead. However with the help (and doubtless prayer) of the believers, he recovered and went back into the city. The following day, undeterred, he set off for Derbe – his next mission station.

It struck me recently that on the night before he was crucified, Jesus told his disciples that he had conquered the world (John 16:33) – which must have rung very hollow as they watched him die the following day. But he had – through his death and resurrection. The early missionaries were clearly prepared to follow in his footsteps.

Fiona McCutcheon

Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Spot the Error

Our current topic of the week is critiquing. As explained on the group, I discovered a faux pas on a poster I had sent to a church - after it had been checked by five other people. So - for fun - let's see how quickly you spot the error.


Wednesday, 30 January 2013

How Can You Make Your Characters TALK?


Today  we welcome guest blogger Carrie Lewis.

For over thirty years, Carrie's writing took a backseat to full-time work outside the home and to her small business painting portraits of horses and other animals from across the country.

In 2008, she rediscovered writing and, in late 2009, became a full-time artist, which opened up time each day to pursue writing. She has been a member of American Christian Fiction Writers since 2008.

Her favorite genres are mystery, suspense, and political thriller, with manuscripts in the works in each of those categories. She also is an active crit partner for other authors, both published and unpublished.

Carrie’s writing blog can be found at http://writing-well.carrie-lewis.com/. Her art website and blog is http://www.carrie-lewis.com/.

How Can You Make Your Characters TALK?

How do you get acquainted with a character who refuses to talk with you?

It may seem hopeless at times but there are techniques that might draw your characters into conversation with you. Here are four.


1. Character Interview
I have a standard set of 100 questions that I present to every lead character and the antagonist, as well as a few secondary or minor characters. The list begins with basic information like name, age, where they live and whether or not they're married. Topics include physical appearance, the character's attitude toward work, money, family, religion, and personal ambition. The list I have concludes with the character's thoughts on his or her fellow characters.

You can use this list like a standard resume and fill in the blanks, as though building a dossier on the character without his or her direct input.


2. Meet with Your Character
You can also use the basic interview questions in a more traditional interview style in which you 'sit down' with your character and discuss the questions.

The first time I did this, I was in a moment of desperation. I'd been trying to figure out the why of my lead's behavior and 'fell into' a discussion with him as we sat on the back deck of his house. It ended up being an illuminating exercise.

The most interesting such interview – and the one that proved to me the worth of this method – was when I sat down to talk with a professor character. Since he’s an overachiever and quite proud of his accomplishments, I thought his office was a good place to start. The interview went wrong almost from the start. Just as I was about to call the whole thing off, he suggested a change of venue. We ended up at his favorite near-campus restaurant, where we talked about all sorts of things. It was one of the most productive character conversations I’ve ever encountered.

The pivotal factor with this approach is to meet at a place where your character is comfortable. It does imply a basic knowledge of your character to begin with, but a lot of times, the process of characterization doesn't break down at the very beginning. It happens later on.

With this method, you can go into it with an idea of where it might end up, but don’t be restricted by that idea. Part of learning about your character is learning what works and doesn’t work for him or her. Let that sort of discovery happen without too much author influence.


3. Drop the Character into a Crisis Situation
That's right. Imagine a crisis situation. Put your character right in the middle of it. Watch to see how he or she reacts then record what happens. Granted, this might be a short exercise of 100 words or less, but it might also be the very ice breaker you need.

This works best if the situation is not related directly to the story you're trying to write. That event may end up in the story, but it's more likely to be a character-defining event in the character's past. Something no one else knows about.

It might also be something you set up just for ‘fun’. What would your character do in an earthquake, for example? Think outside the box for this kind of exercise.


4. Start a Character Journal
Let your character rant, rail, whine, moan, and otherwise express him or herself in the pages of a personal journal. Don't write as the character's biographer (which is the way most writers write). No. Write as the character. You can start with a question in mind, but don't consciously ask the character that question. Begin just like you might begin your own personal journal.

Stumped for ways to get started? Consider these potential opening lines.

·         I can't believe things turned out the way they did.

·         Who would ever have thought X would treat me that way?

·         I always knew X would come to no good.

The subject might be personal to the character (as in the first three examples) or it might be about someone the character knows (as in the fourth example). It could be about relationship, politics, business, hobbies, anything. Find something that angers, frightens or excites your character and you've made a good start.

This again implies a basic general knowledge of your character, but as I mentioned earlier, that's not usually where problems occur anyway.

Conclusion
These are four of my favorite methods. There are others, of course, but these will get you started.

Whatever method you use, the most important thing – in fact the KEY – is to be patient. You may need to coax a reluctant character into confiding in you. That's okay. Not every person you meet on the street spills their life story to you on the first encounter.

Chances are, your characters won't either.

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Monday, 14 January 2013

GOALS & RESOLUTIONS

In light of this weeks TOTW (Theme of the Week) on the group, I thought this picture I found was most appropriate.

Print it, and pin it up on your office wall in front of your PC.