A Therapy Session: TCWT Blog Chain

Sorry if this doesn’t flow well/has typos. Someone is pressing for the computer charger. And my computer doesn’t work without the charger. So this is what you get! :/

Featuring Faith Bloome, Mandy Kirk, Chrissi Crawford, Violet Burns, and Katia Monroe.

This month TCWT is once again hosting a chain post: write a short scene showing what would happen if your character was to be put in a therapy session. We are also allowed to do a group therapy session. Which is what I’m doing. So here it goes!

Faith Bloome followed her friend Mandy Kirk into the church office. Three girls—more accurately woman– sat around a white table. Various pieces of candy, notebooks, and cell phones were scattered across the table.
One of the woman smiled in the direction of the girls. “Hello, Mandy! Did you bring a friend today?”
Mandy smiled back and looked at Faith proudly. “Yes! This is my brother’s girlfriend, Faith Bloome. She decided that she would join us today.”
More like she begged me to join her, Faith thought to herself.
Faith wished that she could disappear, preferably to Brent’s house, where she had been only moments before.
The woman who had spoken before kicked out a chair next to her. “Come, sit down, you two.” Mandy sat next to the girl, and Faith sat next to Mandy. “Okay, let’s introduce ourselves to Faith, everyone. I’ll start.”
For the first time I really looked her over. She was abnormally short; that was the first thing I noticed. She had shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes. She subconsciously twisted her wedding band as she began to talk. “My name’s Chrissandra Crawford. I’m twenty-eight. I’m married and pregnant with my second child. I’m kind of the leader of this group. I have a degree in Christian counseling. I was seventeen when I decided that I was going to major in counseling.

“I had watched my cousin die as a young child, and years later I was still dealing with it.” Chrissandra had looked down when she talked, but looked up when she was finished. “Katia, would you like to go next?”
A tall, very fit girl looked up from her notepad. Katia also had blond hair, but unlike Chrissandra’s, it was long and curly. “Hi, Faith, welcome. My name’s Katia Monroe, and I’m twenty-two years old.” Katia shifted slightly in her chair. “I am here, first and foremost because it is very comforting to have other young woman who believe in God and who have had bad things happen in their life, to meet with and call my friends.” Faith noticed that Katia had a bit of a French accent.
“I’m actually here though, because I was recently in a coma, and now I can’t remember anything; anesthesia. Recently I have had some rather…disturbing flashbacks.”
After a few moments of silence, Chrissandra said, “Vi, would you please introduce yourself?”
Vi was obviously younger than the others. She had more of a golden color of hair, that was long, but had a cute style. Her clothing style suggested that she was very rich. Vi was sitting with her arms crossed and her head bowed. “Chrissi, please, no.”
Chrissi’s lips went into a line. “Name and age?”
Vi still didn’t look up. “Violet Burns. Sixteen.”
Chrissi put her hand on Mandy’s shoulder. “Faith, I’m sure that you are already aware that Mandy comes here because of her cancer. Well more directly, the depression that has come with the fact that she may face death very soon.” Chrissi smiled sympathetically at Mandy.
Faith nodded, still feeling a bit shy.
Chrissi leaned forward on one elbow. “Faith, would you like to introduce yourself now?”
Faith looked up. She was desperately trying to get the courage for doing this. “My name is Faith Bloome. I am fifteen-years-old. I’m here because of…some violence at my home.” Faith could feel her ears reddening.
Each woman welcomed her warmly, and Faith couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as she had expected.


How Writer’s Work Part 2

Last time when I did a post like this, I talked about how writers may add parts of themselves to characters, but how we are NOT our characters. This time I’m going to talk about how we need our space.

From what I’ve noticed, most writers are introverts or a mixture of introvert and extrovert. I have never met a extrovert writer.

From those of you who don’t know, here are the basic definitions:

Introvert- someone who gets energy from themselves, talks only when they really have something to say, thinks over things to a great extent, enjoys being alone, likes being with friends for a set amount of time

Extrovert- someone who gets energy from being with other people, talks all the time, doesn’t really have to absorb information, enjoys being around other people all the time, with no breaks

I’m a total introvert, except for the fact that I talk. A lot. If you know me, or have Skyped me before, you know that I talk none stop. For everything that you say, I’ll probably say three times as much. But I have to be alone as much as I’m with people, or I kind of, honestly, freak out. But even that is only true to some extent. I rarely tire of family (well my parents at least ;] ), and I do have a very few friends that I can easily spend a week with.

Most introverts are like that, so don’t be offended if they say no, or think of a very poor excuse, when you invite them over. Introverts will do this with anyone, even their closest friends. It doesn’t mean that we don’t like you or don’t want to be friends anymore. It means that we need some time alone.

So how does this apply to writers? I think introvertial writers can be worse in some ways, because writers value their characters equally as much as they do people. For you none-writers out there, that probably sounds insane. But think about it. We follow our characters through every single step of the story, and since we are writing it, we feel what they do. No, we do not think our characters are real [although writers will frequently joke about that], but we love our characters, which comes down to some simple things.

We need to write. We need to think. [For outliners] we need to outline. We need to edit. We need to think about what to do with our novels.

So don’t be offended if we say we need to write, so we can’t come over, go to lunch, or whatever.

We spend years on writing and perfecting our novels, so yes, we are going to want to work on that.

So before I leave, let me leave you with a list:

What to do when encountering an introvert writer:

1.) Say hi, but let them continue the conversation. If they really want to talk to you, they will keep it going.
2.) Be understanding if they say.
3.) If they say no, say, “Maybe some other time.” But don’t try to set another date. This will stress out your introvert/writer friend.
4.) Ask them how their book is going. And believe me, that’s the best way to word that question. Don’t try another way.
5.) Try something that won’t take all day. Lunch, a movie night, a ball game, walk in the park, and occasionally a sleepover.

And remember. That even though we are introverts, we love our friends!:)

Are you an introvert or an extrovert?


NOTE FROM NATALIENOEL: *waves* hi new followers! I’m really excited because once I get 6 more followers I get to do a book giveaway! What book would you like me to give away? Any suggestions?

How Writers Work (for those who need to know)

I am a writer.

The characters I create
aren’t me.
They are part of me.
the adventurer
the romantic
the warrior
the princess
the hero
the villain
the freak
the friend
They are parts of me I hide.
The parts I wish to be.
The parts I have been.
and the parts I will be.
Every story is based on a truth.
Your truth.

-off of Pinterest

I guess this is something that has kind of been on my mind for a while, and when I saw this quote I knew exactly how to tell it. My main characters aren’t me. I’m not suicidal, in a relationship, or abused. I’ve had family ask before, and I know that friends have wondered. I am NOT my characters or their story. But they ARE part of me.
Chrissi is the main one that people think I’m the most like, because she’s the oldest, and her three youngest siblings are based on my siblings. Chrissi is borderline suicidal and struggling with her relationship with Christ. I am the latter part of this, because I struggle. Having Chrissi struggle is ground that I understand, but I also understand the beauty of feeling like God is in the room with you, something that Chrissi experiences at the darkest moment of her life. I can understand that feeling of being scared to death, and then not being scared anymore, because God silently whispers, “You aren’t supposed to live in fear. Trust me.” As for the other similarities, they are and aren’t coincidental. The three siblings being based on my siblings is just like that because I KNOW how to write it. I know how they work. And I’ve seen so much humor with that, that I figure why not add it to the story?
Chrissi is the oldest in her family. Fun fact: at some point Chrissi had an older brother. But then Chrissi looked at me and said, “I don’t have an older brother.” So Cole turned into James, and James turned into an older brother figure.
Chrissi’s favorite verse is my favorite verse. Someone pointed that out to me. But ACTUALLY it’s Desiree’s favorite verse, and the verse just happened to fit there. And plus, it fit the scene perfectly. No other verse in the Bible would have worked there.
Have you heard of parents living out of their children? That’s kind of what authors do with their characters. They have their characters do things that they’ve always wanted to do. For instance, when I was younger, I always wanted to be a famous singer. My first serious main character was part of a drama group.
Why do you think girl main characters are so tough now of days? It’s the author’s secret. The author may only leave her house one a week to go to the grocery store, but her heroine is who she really wants to be. A romance novelist may—as surprising as it is—may have never been in a relationship. Authors hide themselves in their books. But half of the time, it isn’t what you think it is.
Have you ever talked to people who have taken your books a little too seriously? Have you ever done that about an author?
By the way, if you’ve ever done that to me, this post wasn’t against you. I’m not mad.(: I just wanted to explain it and prevent it from happening again.
Oh! And this is totally unrelated, but I am 11 followers away from my first giveaway. ;)

God Bless!
–Natalie Noel