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Hi there. I'm here as your guest editor for this week's Action / Adventure newsletter. As a guest editor, I'd like to talk about your brain. No, there isn't going to be a test at the end of this newsletter...at least I'm pretty sure there won't.
I'd like to talk about your brain. Which side of your brain are you using? I'm hoping you're using both for such things as body function and subconscious work, but as a writer, which side do you write from? The conscious mind often favors one side over the other.
Right brainers write with feelings, emotions and imagination. From the right side, they play with language and emotion. Right-brain writers usually write on the fly. They create as they go, unfortunately right-brain writers often become disorganized and lose their way. They often know what they want to write or say, but have trouble expressing it. The right-brain is generally weaker than the left, but necessary for creativity and imagination. The right side recognizes patterns from apparent random universal experiences and sorts them into unique personal meaning.
Left-brainers prefer action-based writing. They write plot, outline and plan their story as a sequence of scenes like cars on a train chugging down the track. Lefties are more able to create more complicated stories with twist and turns. If you're a more logical, analytical and rational writer, your strengths are in your left-brain. From the left-brain, you have no trouble expressing words or feelings. The left side of your brain also governs detail memory, sequencing and retrieval.
Using this knowledge as a writer can be helpful. If your strength is action and plot, try to quiet the left part of your brain when you need your right-brain's imagination and emotion. If you are good with emotions and language, encourage your left by trying outlines and plot diagrams.
Now, if we can walk and chew gum at the same time...
Thanks for letting me stop in and rattle around inside your head for this week's newsletter. Hopefully I've spurred a little insight into our creativity as writers.
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Excerpt: Hallo, I'm Darcy Zobel, and this is the only testimony I can give out to anyone, though I don't know if there's a chance this will ever be found. For all I know, they might find me before I finish this recording. I'm in hiding somewhere in Utah, but I really don't know where I am.
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Excerpt: Lorenzo loved to ride the train, though it wasn't because of the money he saved. It wasn't because he could catch an extra hour of sleep while the train did the driving, and delivered him to work. It wasn't even because it gave him time to read when it seemed he never had any time to open a book.
Excerpt: So, nervous?” the man asked, tightening the harness around my torso.
“Terrified,” I confided. “But she finally caved, I can’t back out now.” I nodded toward my mother, conspiring with the helmsman. “She treats me like a child. I just want a chance to test my wings."
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Excerpt: Alex slowly regained consciousness. He couldn't see anything and could not move. He figured out he had a blind fold. His hands were tied down on the chair he was sitting on. Other than that he had no idea where he was. Alex was an average 14 year old boy. He went to high school and this year was his freshman year. He had a lot of friends and his life was almost perfect. He pulled himself together and tried to figure out what was happening. The last thing he remembered was that he was in a mall with his friends.
Excerpt: Abigail crashed through the overgrown vegetation, sprinting as fast as she could through the tropical jungle. With acrobatic grace, she deftly avoided everything from exposed roots to hanging vines, careful to maintain her speed without getting tripped up.
Excerpt: Why me? Thought Bill Savior as he watched the three traumatized adolescents and the two; damn! Now three abductors, the third entered the station through a decrepit side door not obvious to Bill from his hiding place. I am an out of shape fifty-something year old man who has evaded corporal conflict since being a Marine Sergeant in Vietnam, a thousand forgotten years ago. Nevertheless, Bill recognized that unless he unchained the memories of warfare, he suppressed for decades, the consequences would be horrendous.
Excerpt: Early this summer I saw a map showing what appeared to be a dry lake northwest of Rio Rancho, New Mexico. There were no roads shown leading to the area, and the 20 miles was over some pretty rugged terrain. Due to its inaccessibility, not many people have probably walked that ground in historical times. This was just the sort of challenge to appeal to my friend Joe.
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Excerpt: The crack of thunder sounded right outside my window. With a gasp from my sleeping body, I leapt from my bed. The darkness closed in around me while my eyes adjusted to the dark. A bright flash of light lit the room like a noon-time sun.
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Excerpt: Dear Grandpa,
It's Faith here. Sorry it's been awhile. Hope you're doing ok - better than me at least. I'm afraid I'm writing to you in somewhat of a crises (Yeah, I know just one more crises of Faith to add to the list but this one's a biggie). I'm sorry, Grandpa but I really have no one else to turn to. All my life you've been there for me. Although I was only 5 at the time I still remember how kind and gentle you and Gran were to me after Hope died. Then, the following year when Charity came along and I felt left out, neglected and unloved as if she’d usurped my position somehow, you really took me under your wing and made me feel special
Excerpt: Dear Mom and Dad,
It turns out that my honeymoon in Las Vegas has lost its glamour.
Honeymoon, you sputter? In Las Vegas? What happened to my wonderful Karma? After the last few days, I'm asking myself the same questions.
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