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Well here it is, the introduction. I haven't written my scene yet, but feel free to get going the rest of you. I probably won't have time to write it until next week since I leave tomorrow for a 4 day weekend.
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“Moments in Time”
By LMM fanfic writers
Anne Blythe’s fingers slowly drummed against the desk. Her mind off in another dream world of her own as she tried to continue the short story she was working on. With the children out of the house, she found she wanted to get back to writing once again.
There was one problem. Her muse wasn’t coming back as quickly as she wished it. Looking at her husband, she remembered a piece of advice he had given her once. Write what you know about.
She knew many things, but they weren’t all worth writing. As she continued looking at her husband, she smiled at special memories just looking at him brought.
He looked up at her questioningly. “What?” he said with a smile.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about things. I’ve been trying to think of something to write. Any ideas?”
“Write your own story, Anne-girl.”
“No one would be interested in reading about my life except for maybe our family.”
“Then do it for the family. It will be at least a start for you.”
“Like a family heirloom, but I don’t want it to be all about me. What if it is about our special memories that we would like to pass on to future generations?” Anne said as her muse finally came back to her.
Gilbert smiled knowing she was already lost in the story.
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“Moments in Time”
By LMM fanfic writers
Anne Blythe’s fingers slowly drummed against the desk. Her mind off in another dream world of her own as she tried to continue the short story she was working on. With the children out of the house, she found she wanted to get back to writing once again.
There was one problem. Her muse wasn’t coming back as quickly as she wished it. Looking at her husband, she remembered a piece of advice he had given her once. Write what you know about.
She knew many things, but they weren’t all worth writing. As she continued looking at her husband, she smiled at special memories just looking at him brought.
He looked up at her questioningly. “What?” he said with a smile.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about things. I’ve been trying to think of something to write. Any ideas?”
“Write your own story, Anne-girl.”
“No one would be interested in reading about my life except for maybe our family.”
“Then do it for the family. It will be at least a start for you.”
“Like a family heirloom, but I don’t want it to be all about me. What if it is about our special memories that we would like to pass on to future generations?” Anne said as her muse finally came back to her.
Gilbert smiled knowing she was already lost in the story.
I like the opening. I like it a great deal. You've left it to where we can add our chapters. I think it's kind of how "The Blythes are Qutoed" or "The Road to Yesterday" should have been.
Thank you both for your wonderful comments. I have an idea for a Gilbert scene or an Anne scene, but I think I want to do Gil's. Maybe for inspiration I'll give you a clue to the idea I had for Anne. How Anne came to love "Carrots." Someone feel free to use it.