Listen to the Road

Have you ever taken a bus trip, or a long road trip with nothing but the sound of your vehicle rumbling down the road? Well, when I went on vacation during the previous week or so, there were times that I chose to talk to my seat mate, or listen to the road traffic as I rode on the longest leg of my journey.
While riding on the buss, I discovered that the sounds on the road can be another form of environmental music. From the different pitches of the whining engines, to the deep roar of tires as large trucks roll down the highway, these sounds send out a different kind of message to me. Sometimes I wonder on what journey these vehicles are headed, and what kind of stories the drivers and passengers have to tell
The familiar sounds I hear as I travel with my folks, or on a buss trip, bring to mind a writing prompt I read in the September issue of The Writer Magazine. The author of this prompt suggested that readers write a story about a journey that a character dreads to take. Does the journey get better? Fill in the details of the back story and the trip itself. I personally haven’t come up with a story like that, but I’m kicking around some ideas in my head.

Call To Action

Even though I paraphrased the prompt, see what you can come up with when you read the prompt I added to this post. What kind of journey must your protagonist take? Is this journey absolutely necessary? Are there any positive discoveries your protagonist makes during his or her trip? Does this journey bring about a life altering change for your character? Feel free to share your ideas in the comments below, or you can post ideas on twitter using the hash tag #writingJourney.
Happy writing, and God bless.


A Sunday Drive

Hello dear readers, today my daughter Sharen is helping me with this blog post. Yesterday, my family and I took a trip to my Uncle Russel’s house in Lake City Florida, to bring his pontoon boat back home. While we were there, we took a walk around the yard, and sat inside the house for a few minutes while my dad and my uncle changed the tire on the boat trailer.
Now, my uncle has five dogs, two horses, and a donkey, as pets. The donkey was brown with large eyes, but my daughter says that the horses’ eyes were bigger than those of the donkey. Both horses were quarter horses, and they were taller than sharen and me. Angela came up to me and lowered her head so I could pet her. She has a long nose, and I suspect that she waited for me to feed her a carrot. If anyone has ever actually fed a horse some carrots, apples, or sugar cubes, please share your experiences. I’ve read about this, but I haven’t experienced it for myself, and I would like to know what this is like. Although I’ve never fed a horse anything other than hay, I have ridden horseback before. I regret to say that I haven’t ridden horseback in ten years, so I would be so sore if I did it now. Although I didn’t get to ride the horses, just getting to pet them and getting to see them was a wonderful experience.
I won’t go into the drive itself, because it was like any other road trip, where I listen to an audio book and my daughter plays her games or takes a nap, as we ride in the rain. Now that we’ve given you a glimpse of my family trip, please share a Sunday drive, or road trip you’ve taken with your family.
I hope you all had a great Independence Day, and may you have a wonderful week. Until next time, this is Ann and Sharen saying Happy trails.