Thursday means it’s time to visit Jenny Matlock at …off on my tangent… for Alphabe-Thursday.
Imagine my surprise when I opened an email from Ruby for Women and found out I was blogger of the week. It's a great honor to be selected. Thanks to all my Ruby friends. Be sure to stop by and check out this wonderful site...
WRITTEN TO THE MELODY OF: Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
WORD COUNT - Up to 32 words INCLUDING THE THREE WORDS OF THE PROMPT
STYLE OF WRITING - Lyrics, rhyming
USE A PICTURE IF YOU LIKE
THE PROMPT THIS WEEK IS: "In the Autumn"
If you've done this 'challenge' correctly, you should be able to sing your 'lyrics' along with the Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star melody!
The regular restrictions apply: PG, no splitting of the prompt, play nicely and visit the other entries, any style or genre of writing you prefer.
This weeks' Red Writing Hood prompt was: We all remember our first love – and our first heartbreak. Your assignment this week was to write a piece where you explore the first broken heart for your character – or for you.
The deep southern smooth voice blared through the county radio channel. I clenched the steering wheel, until my knuckles turned white. My palms began to sweat.
Twenty years...had been that long?
Johnny Ray Perkins....my first love was now a multi-platinum country music star. I remember the night he announced his big plans, it was also the night he broke my heart forever.
I reached to change the channel, but my fingers wouldn't move. I was drawn to his voice like a deer caught in headlights. He still had that affect. He could turn me into a spineless jelly fish.
My mind drifted back to senior prom and the night Johnny Ray said good-bye.
"Celia, I got a record deal." He said without hesitation. His voice didn't falter.
"You did what?"
"You heard me. I didn't stutter."
No he didn't. He had made himself perfectly clear. He was leaving Oak Grove and moving to Nashville. He was leaving me behind.
"What about us?" I pleaded.
"There is no us anymore Celia."
The tears gushed like a broken levy. Johnny Ray walked away and left me alone. I didn't run after him. I let him go. It was his loss.
I snapped back to reality when the car behind me blew it's horn.
I glanced at the diamond ring on my left hand. Johnny Ray Perkins...oh well, it's still your loss.and changed the radio station to hard rock...
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We'd love for you to participate! Just answer the prompt on your own blog and leave a link -- or, if you prefer, you can include your answer in the comments @ YA HIGHWAY
This Week's Topic:
What themes, settings, motifs, scenes, or other elements do you find recurring in your work?
I think because I am from the South my YA characters all tend to be Southern. I form them from deep in my imagination, but somehow they end up modeled after Scout in 'To Kill a Mockingbird.'
I really don't know why I write them that way, maybe because I love Harper Lee, maybe I am reliving my childhood.
My characters are poor, but strong. They live in out of the way places and out of the ordinary. I want them to be heard, to come alive with a strong Southern voice.