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Hi! My name is Connie. I love to write short stories, poems, novel drafts, blurbs, pretty much anything (even research papers). I've written my first novel titled "Me & Eryn Carlo" and editing is in the works! While the book is being groomed and tweaked I hope you enjoy the short stories I've posted here on My Writer's Block. Some are fun - some are quirky - some are just plain strange. Constructive criticism is highly valued. Thanks for stopping by. Your views mean so much to me!

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Writer's Digest - The Writing Prompt Boot Camp! (My 'Day 2' Response)

Did you know that when you subscribe to the Writer's Digest free email newsletter you can download a free copy of The Writing Prompt Boot Camp?

I'm happily (and excitedly) on Day 3 of this two week boot camp but for now - - - here is my response to Day 2's writing prompt.

I warn you in advance - I've been experiencing feelings of negativity, violence, and pure female bitterness and hate this week. It happens to the best of us. Truly.

How about a disclaimer?

This piece is in no way true and was NOT inspired by true events (although I could select a well-suited ex-boyfriend to fit the picture...actually I could choose a few)...but I digress...this is all in fun. :D


Day 2


The One That Got Away


You bump into an ex-lover on Valentine’s Day—the one whom you often call “The One That Got Away.” What happens?

 

I nut punch him.

It’s Valentine’s Day. One of the most evil holidays that are bound to disappoint you whether you’re snugly attached to someone or you’re sadly alone in the world, your match seemingly lost in the overall population.

So yeah. This “one.” This “one” that got away?

Sure I let him leave. In fact, I dared him to leave. I certainly don't need a lover-boy by my side to make it in this world. And he did. He left the next minute and I never heard from him again.

For that he deserves a swift and painful nut punch.

Pow!

This makes him unhappy and, simultaneously, my thirst for revenge is once and for all quenched. That’s all that matters to me on this sad and unfortunate day.

Thankfully (or unfortunately - depending on how sadistic you are) there weren't too many witnesses. And those that saw the sheer act of female-against-male violence were too surprised to react.

I mutter “he deserves it” and stalk off to move on with my life. Revenge against ex boy-toy? Check!

Later on, when I have time to reflect on the day's events, I realize that I’m not necessarily proud of my reaction to his unplanned appearance in my sunshiny day. I act before I think. I react when I should think.

And, admittedly, I do have violent tendencies. Should I seek help? Do I really need to read a book about fixing that? No doubt options are unlimited. How to be happy. How to not nut-punch your ex-boyfriend. How to be the best you. How to spot bullshit in a book sold for $24.95.

Oh well. What's done is done. Bye bye, ex-lover.

I don’t need you even if you are, or were, “the one that got away.”

And I think I’ll keep my violent tendencies as company for now...

Have you previewed my first novel?

In the hands of a few faithful beta readers, my first novel, "Me & Eryn Carlo," is currently being scoured and devoured!

In the meantime, how about we start from the beginning?

Synopsis?

A 20-something girl and her 30-something best friend against the world! Follow Lucy Post, a flighty solo gal, and her snide best friend, Karma Knowles, through their quest for love and the indulgences of their obsessions. For Lucy it’s the one and only newly coveted designer – Eryn Carlo. For Karma it’s … well … it’s donuts. We can’t all be perfect. Quirky and fun – this story covers designers to donuts! Enjoy the trip with Lucy & Karma … and Eryn Carlo. (Bring your own donuts…)  

Check out Chapter 1 - A New Love and enjoy the fun!

Feedback? Comments? Suggestions? They're all welcome.

I am positive that the soon-to-come constructive criticism will improve my writing and I'm looking forward to continuing toward my main goal: self-publishing my first novel.

Thanks for stopping by!

Connie

Saturday, June 29, 2013

It's been a while!

Hello readers! :)
It’s been a while since I've posted but it’s only because I've been pouring my heart and soul into finishing Me & Eryn Carlo. I’m very excited to say that it’s finally ready for a professional edit.
Woot Woot!!
However, in order to hire the editor I feel will do the best possible job I’ll need to raise funds. I created a Kickstarter project and it’s due to launch on Sunday, June 30th!
If you have enjoyed the chapters I've posted thus far please take a look at my project page.
Here is the preview link:
I will add a new blog post tomorrow when the Kickstarter project is LIVE! :D
I appreciate any support you can bestow upon me.
Every little bit helps!
As always, thank you for reading the chapters I’ve posted of my first novel Me & Eryn Carlo!
THANK YOU!
Connie Chyle
Meet Lucy Post & Karma Knowles, the main characters in Me & Eryn Carlo!

Saturday, December 17, 2011

About Mitch Albom's "For One More Day" ...

Trying something different today. :)

I recently read "For One More Day" by Mitch Albom. I have to say I was impressed with Albom's writing skills and storytelling abilities.

Normally I'm not the book review type but I wanted to write about this book in particular because it really touched my heart.

My synopsis of the book:

"For One More Day" delves into a mother and son's relationship. Charley "Chick" Benetto was a young boy when his father spoke words he would never forget: "You can be a mama's boy or you can be a daddy's boy, but you can't be both."  Chick always received what he needed and wanted from his mother who was all too happy to love. But Chick was eager to win his father's approval, love, and praise which was not easy to obtain. Chick does everything he can for his father. He swiftly became the daddy's boy. 

When Chick is 11 his father leaves the family. He is embarrassed to have divorced parents - which was definitely not the norm in those days.

Chick struggles - he struggles with his mother because he doesn't understand what she has gone through to raise Chick and his sister. Years later, Chick is a man that has given up. His being is shattered into pieces and he cannot get passed the alcohol and regret following his mother's death. His life crumbles - it's broken.

In the midst of trying to kill himself Chick miraculously sees his mother - he is gifted with one more day to spend with his mother. One day to learn about her and what she endured after Chick's father left. Chick remembers times he did not stand up for his mother and he recognizes that she stood up for him multiple times over.

With this one precious, God-given day will Chick be able to forgive himself? Piece his life back together?

(An additional synopsis and reviews can also be found on Amazon: Mitch Albom's "For One More Day")

While reading "For One More Day" I surfed through a tumultuous wave of emotions.

It was a quick read but the many sensations Albom integrates into his words are heavy and permeating.

I felt wistful. Depressed. Angry. Hurt. Sad. Lonely. Faithless. I experienced, through Chick Benetto, what its like to simply give up on your life - to give up on you - to let regret take over your body and soul. On the other end of the spectrum, I also felt grateful. Lucky. Empathetic. Glad.

I think what disturbed me the most was how real the story felt. I wonder how many people suffer similar situations. 

In the end, after crying too many times to count, I loved this piece from Albom. It reminded me how precious loved ones are. It shook me by the shoulders and yelled that time will not always be on my side.

Don't waste what you have. Don't waste the present which in itself is a gift. And be sure to mind your words, specifically the cruel ones. You may not know how your words will effect when you speak them but the person who receives their sharpness will feel it all the way through. 

Lastly, I learned from Chick and his mother's story that you should never assume that you truly know what a person has gone through or what sacrifices they have made.

My favorite quotes from the book and their corresponding page numbers are as follows:

  • "One day can bend your life..." (Pg 4)
  • "What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child." (Pg 16)
  • "She had a bottomless well of love for me. Her only flaw was that she didn't make me work for it." (Pg 33)
  • "I don't know what it is about food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - but it carries a certain taste of memory." (Pg 60)
  • "A child embarrassed by his mother - is just a child who hasn't lived long enough." (Pg 90)
  • "And I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know." (Pg 174)
  • "Sticking with your family is what makes it a family." (Pg 183)
  • "You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute." (Pg 193)
  • "One day spent with someone you love can change everything." (Pg 197)

If you read or have read "For One More Day" I'd be interested in hearing your thoughts.

Thanks for reading.

Much love!

Sunday, November 13, 2011

"You are Anita" ~ Short Story

In need of a break from my book – I turned yet again to A Writer's Book of Days: A Spirited Companion and Lively Muse for the Writing Life (by Judy Reeves) for a new writing prompt to give my imagination a jolting jump start.
Here is the chosen one! You’re in a hotel room.
Not much to it but that’s even better – gives more room for you to play! :)
I’ve titled this story You are Anita and I hope you can truly experience how Anita feels.
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Imagine, for a moment, that you are Anita.
You’re in a hotel room.
Your hair is in curls and set into a hypnotizing up-do. Stray ringlets frame your face.
Diamond studs rest on your ears instantly drawing attention to your high cheekbones with their sparkle.
Voyeuristic eyes will then drift from the curls to the earrings down to your lips blanketed by a frosted cherry red shade.
Hazel eyes are shadowed and lined. A face painted. A body set.
This is what your life is.
You’re in a hotel room waiting for today’s selection.
Today’s man.
Today’s appointment.
Always taking one and then moving on to the next.
You suppose it could be worse. You could be a lower class prostitute. But no – that’s not you.
You’re not just a desperate hooker.
You have class. Elegance. You’re not abused or cheaply paid. You’re well taken care of and given the finest gifts, whatever necessity you require to stay beautiful and happy.
To keep you performing impeccably.
You’re needed – wanted – demanded.
You cover your smooth skin in luxurious lingerie and shelter it with a flowing baby pink satin robe, its ends drift lightly across the floor as you walk.
A light, romantic scent is spritzed onto your throat, wrists, and chest. A scent that includes vanilla and gardenia and lavender hints that cloud the senses.
Before walking out to the balcony you poor a glass of scotch – it accustoms your lifestyle.
Sipping its flavor and savoring its personality you lean forward, resting against the imprisoning railing. The ocean rages and the wind disrupts your calm, protective robe.
From your penthouse suite you have a panoramic view of the strip across from the water.
The room was decorated in contemporary grays and crisp whites. This wasn’t a room for comfort – it was a room for business. Quick, predetermined business.
The sun was setting. The last rays of light encourage a shine on your skin. The electrifying nightlife would soon come to life.
The world outside is so foreign to you. The hotel room is your safe haven.
You check the time.
The tap on the door sets you in motion.
You let the half glass of liquid slip down your throat and burn a path throughout your body.
Louboutin heels adorn your delicate feet - the newest endowment from a regular.
Two hours later you’re again silent in the hotel room. Alone once more. Breathing normally. Your internal weeping is through and you refill the glass for warmth.
After all – this is your life. This is what you chose. A life spent – trapped – in a hotel room. You are Anita.