Inspiring Women

Looking for some inspiration? Some words of wisdom?  Here are 21 such quotes!  I like reading articles like this.  Not only do they inspire me personally, they give me insight into the minds of other women, which helps me write characters that are more fully formed, more real.

21 Quotes On Womanhood

How do you research your characters?

This Forest

She moved from tree to tree, gently brushing her fingers across their rough bark as she passed.  Her bare feet sank slightly into the mossy forest floor as dew gathered on the hem of her dress, darkening the linen.   A bird called somewhere near by, woken by the morning sun.
She continued moving east.
The ritual had been a success. She could feel her sisters moving along their own points of the compass.
There could be no light without dark, no good without evil, but it was her family who would dictate the percentage in this forest.

Stephen King

He’s so good. And scary, very scary. I will never finish The Dark Half. Never.

I highly recommend his book, On Writing, it’s really great.

(And thank you to Writer’s Circle for sharing this!)

Velvet Boredom

She hated this place. Hated it with a fury so pure it burned white hot behind her eyes. How dare they keep her here? How dare they say it was for her own good? How dare they? Had she not handled the situation perfectly well before they arrived? Had she not destroyed those mischievous  machines with her own bare hands? She had. And she had enjoyed every minute of the conflict, even if she had gotten oil all over her favorite dress. But now they kept her here in this tiresome prison. Yes, the velvet chaise was lovely, and were she not so angry perhaps the espresso would not taste so bitter, but she was bored, so very bored.

‘Text Neck’ Ain’t Just From Texting

Text neck, the arching and reaching forward of one’s head while looking at one’s phone.  Yikes.  This article by Lindsey Bever of the Washington Post, focuses on cell phones, but as writers I think this one of our big health concerns.  Long hours spent at a computer can lead to a very achy back and stiff neck.  I try to check in with my body a couple times an hour and make sure that I’m sitting in a way that won’t lead to stiffness later.  This can be easier said than done when you’re in the middle of writing hypnosis, but we gotta try.  Give the article a gander, the visuals illustrate the problem perfectly.

‘Text neck’ is becoming an ‘epidemic’ and could wreck your spine

Almost Time

He uncorked the bottle, the dark metallic scent of the liquid drifted towards her. He filled two glasses and came to stand beside her. She drank deeply and he smiled at her.
“Almost time.” He drained his glass.
She took both empty glasses and tossed them into the trees.
They stripped, taking care to fold their clothes when they were finished.
They faced each other in the darkness. Gently, she brushed his long hair from his eyes.
She was smiling now.
They waited for the moon to rise.

The Machine

Turn the crank three times to the left and a quarter turn to the right.
When you hear a click followed by a soft whirr, pull the silver knob towards you. 
This will light the lamp. Take three pieces of parchment, no bigger than a playing card, and burn them one by one over the flame. Collect the ashes in the small crystal dish and add three drops of rosewater. Stir the mixture counter clockwise with the index finger of your left hand. Once blended, pour the ash water into the sieve at the bottom of the machine. 
Once the lamp light has turned red, you are ready to travel.

Good As New

She grasped the soft leather firmly. With a practiced hand, she threaded it through the well worn buckle and pulled it tight to her thigh.

“Toss me the oil.” She called over her shoulder, her companion complied.

She began to oil the joint at her knee. This leg frame holster thing had paid for itself three times over.

“This joint has been sticking since we finished off those idiots last week.”

“Which idiots?” Her companion asked.

“The ones from the outer edge.”

Her companion chuckled.

“They were idiots.”

“There we go.” She did a few high kicks and then slid her favourite gun into the holster.  “Good as new.”

Folding Down the Corners – Ghost Story by Jim Butcher

If a line in a novel really hits me, I have a habit of folding over the bottom corner of page.  That way the second (or third or fourth or…) time I read the book I can reconnect with the passage.  When I find the line, I let it roll around my head again.  As it wiggles away, a new interpretation or insight bubbles up. or I am brought right back to what hit me in the first place.

Either way it feels pretty awesome.

I thought it would be cool to share the little (and medium sized) sparkling snippets of writing, with you.  To get the party started, here are the slivers of GHOST STORY by JIM BUTCHER (@longshotauthor) that caught my eye.

Page 130
“Oh,” the girl said, shaking her head.  “Don’t be so simple.  People adore monsters.  They fill their songs and stories with them.  They define themselves in relation to them.  Do you know what a monster is, young shade?  Power.  Power and choice.  Monsters make choices.  Monsters shape the world.  Monsters force us to become stronger, smarter, better.  They sift the weak from the strong and provide a forge for the steeling of souls.  Even as we curse monsters, we admire them.  Seek to become them, in some ways.”  Her eyes became distant.  “There are far, far worse things to be than a monster.”

Page 226
Every flat, open space had been covered in spray-painted graffiti, which I guess we’re supposed to call urban art now.  Except art is about creating beauty.  These painting were territorial markers, the visual parallel to peeing on a tree.

Page 280
I had touched the very forces of Creation.  I was a young force of nature.  I had seen things no one else could see, done things no one else could do.
And in a moment like that, there was only one things I could ask myself:
What would Jack Burton do?

Page 356
Gandalf never had this kind of problem.

Page 450
“…When a lie is believed, it compromises the freedom of your will.”

Page 470
“No matter where you go, there you are.”
I blinked.  “Goodness,” I said.  “Buckaroo Banzai?”
“Confucius,” he said.

I think the thing these lines have in common is that they address “doing the right thing,” and that sometimes doing the right thing means being labeled the bad guy.  Also, there are a couple of extremely awesome film references that made my inner teen very excited. : )

The Dragon and the Child

“Come along, child, I won’t bite.”

“Truly?”  She asked.

“Truly.”  The dragon replied, his smile broadening.

The child remained where she was.  The dragon took a slow deep breath, as he exhaled light grey smoke twisted about the child’s feet.

“Come along.”  He said again through many gritted teeth.

The child looked him up and down.  His scales glittered in the moonlight.  When she spoke her voice was clear and bright.

“I have a question.”

The very tip of the dragon’s tail twitched.

“And what is your question?”

“If you truly do not bite, then why have so many teeth?”