Lessons in Storytelling from TV and Film: First Episodes #AuthorToolboxBlogHop

Watching TV can’t teach you the basics of writing, (you won’t learn how to structure a sentence or write great descriptions), but it can teach us a lot about starting a story, pacing, plot, structure, character development and dialogue.

This will be the subject of my next few Author Toolbox posts.

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Kingdom of Time. Sunday Scribbles 2018, Week 11 (Origin) #shortstory #sunscribbles

Clara pulled back her bowstring and shot an arrow towards the giant beast in the sky, but it skidded off sharp scales with a shower of sparks and zipped past her companion’s head.

‘Hey, watch it!’ Steve yelled. He clutched his ear, but had no time to worry about the red on his palm. The dragon opened its mouth and shot a fireball towards him. Steve rolled to the side and turned to Clara. ‘What do we do?’

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The Giant’s Dance. Sunday Scribbles 2018, Week 9 (Story) #shortstory #sunscribbles

Aldan shuddered. ‘Mr Hopkins says this place is cursed.’

Myrddin stepped forward and placed a worn hand on the closest stone. ‘Like I said, he’s a fool.’ His eyes slipped closed, and a chill wind blew around them. ‘It’s sacred.’

Lizzie stepped up beside him. ‘They’re magic, aren’t they?’

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1st Line Thursday: First lines written, snow, and other firsts of March!

Welcome to the first Thursday post of March! How is everyone? Buried under 6ft of snow? Me too! (Well, more than I’ve seen in years!)

The first Thursday post of each month is about firsts: The first book I picked up, picture I took, blog article I read, short story I wrote last month and so on!

What’s the first line you wrote, article you read, or picture you took? Let me know in the comments!

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Bringing Painting to Life. Sunday Scribbles 2018, Week 7 (Festival) #shortstory #sunscribbles

As the next few paintings were revealed his father scribbled notes in his notebook but made no comments aloud. Finally, he stopped in front of a canvas in the middle of the stage. When he read the artists name he sucked in a breath and turned wide eyes on Greg.

Greg smiled a wobbly smile and waved. His father grimaced.

‘The artist has courage to enter such a competition, but it’s no where near the standard we’d expect,’ the hooked nose woman said.

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