Week 3: Lesson 1 Enhancing Creativity With Writing Fuel

[lovelyxmalia]

Hello class.

During the first week, I had you create a list of "writing fuel" or a list of inspirational things that you could use as potential writing topics. If you have used that list already for your own personal writing topics, you'll notice that each word/phrase on your list will give you some sort of hope for each work of art you create. If you have a writing fuel list, you will never be able to use the 10 excuses that I also posted during the first week.

This week, we're having a few writer's workshops using our writers fuel lists. I only want a few paragraphs on each topic (unless you want to write more) and I want you to understand how something as simple as a "red leaf" for example, can lead you to a world of endless possibility. The intent of these lists is to open your mind to endless possibilities.

[piscessunlibramoon19]

This is the beginning of a novel I am working on, which is fueled by anger, loss, love, sadness, laughter, memories, and children.


He heard the muffled voices as he pressed his ear against his bedroom door that early morning, and couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen the rest of the day—or the rest of his life, for that matter.
He was a deep thinker for a seven-year-old. He always worried that his father would get so upset with his mother that he’d leave and never come back. He wondered if his parents said “I love you,” because they meant it, or just because they had to because they’re his parents.
Brendan slowly opened his bedroom door when his parents became silent. “Noo!” he screamed as soon as he peeked into the kitchen from the doorway. His mother had his father backed up against the counter, holding his gun to his head.
Brendan ran to his room and closed the door. He put a chair under the knob to prevent anyone opening it, and fell face-first onto his bed, crying. He knew his parents were unhappy, but for his mother to go to these extremes was unthinkable. Why would she want to harm Brendan’s father? And with his very own gun, the one he used when he went hunting. How awful!
He heard a knock at his bedroom door. “Brendan? Can you open the door, please?” his father asked. “I need to talk to you.”
“No! I’m not coming out of here and no one’s coming in here. You can talk from out there.”
If she’d do that to a man who is twice her size, Brendan thought, what will she do to me?