You know you’re a writer when…you have imaginary conversations with the characters in your novel.
Yesterday, we enjoyed our monthly book club and we discussed a book that no one liked. I never received my copy from an Amazon seller (who is no longer an Amazon seller….duh!) so I had an “excuse” as to why I didn’t read the book. Most of the other ten diligent members finished the book, and two couldn’t get past the first few chapters. If you want a suggestion of a book NOT to read, see “Into the Water” by Paula Hawkins.
As has become our tradition, we wrote short stories with a BEACH theme this month. Tell me what you think of these stories and if anything is missing.
No. 1: The day was glorious but I was depressed. I thought the beach would help me feel better….but
No. 2: I still had this dreaded feeling that something was following me. Then I looked around and saw this robot coming at me. Why?
No. 1: As we sat basking in the heat of the sun watching the tide ebb and flow, the sun glistened in our eyes…
No. 2: …blinding us. I started to walk to the ocean and I glanced down. A baby hermit crab was hitching a ride on my foot.
No. 1: Bob never thought his daily walk at the beach would lead to this discovery.
No. 2: A human skull was sticking out of the sand…
No. 1: It was a quiet Sunday evening. She was walking along the boardwalk and could not believe what she saw in front of her. There was her husband with…
No. 2: …a tall voluptuous blond kissing his neck.
No. 1: The storm was creating a strong rip current and eight foot waves that made rescuing the stranded swimmer difficult.
No. 2: So, sadly, we let the swimmer drown. Sometimes you just can’t help someone…
No. 1: We got out of the car. It was so hot the sand dazzled with heat waves. “Everyone out into the water,” I yelled. Then I saw the dreaded dorsal fin break through.
No. 2: I got out my phone and started to film the shark. I knew I could make money next year during Shark Week.
No. 1: The sun dappled the waves caressing the shore. Sitting in the sand, wriggling toes, the little girl giggled with joy.
No. 2: The girl’s attention was focused on the horizon where a pod of dolphins frolicked in the waves.
No. 1: Whenever I go to the beach, I am terrified of swimming because of the great white shark that stays close to the shore, threatening everyone with death or loss of limb.
No. 2: The fear is palpable. A lone black fin rides the waves, its presence bringing panic to humans and small fish alike.
No. 1: Terri took the bus down Beach Boulevard from Buena Park to Huntington Beach to watch the U.S. Open of Surfing. She wanted to compete but she was on crutches.
No. 2: Luckily, they were signing up for the surfing “Special Olympics” and she was able to compete the next day. First place!
Our stories sometimes took a dark and eerie turn (not saving someone who is drowning?!) and we ended on a joyous note (placing first in the Special Olympics).
Next month, we’re reading Where’d You Go, Bernadette? by Maria Semple. One of our members has already listened to the book and proclaimed the audio version the best audiobook she has ever listened to. Why not give it a try and let me know what you think?!