I had to write a new bio for myself recently to promote the upcoming ACFW Journal magazine. As I struggled to make the bio more than just a recapping of my activities in the world of publishing—yawn—I fell upon describing what I do as “playing with words.”
No, this is not a new thought, nor is it original to me. But it is attractive, is it not?
Since coming to work for the Christian Writers Guild just over a year ago, I have frequently felt that what I get to do is closer to play than to work. But, as Montessori and Piaget suggest, even play is a vital learning tool. I know I am learning more about writing and editing as I work.
So, let’s play together—and see what we can learn. I’m going to provide the beginning of a story and I want you to carry it forward. A couple rules, because every playground has them:
- Write no more than two paragraphs or 2-3 lines of dialogue.
- Do not lead those who will follow you into an abyss of extreme silliness—only mild silliness allowed.
- You can make more than one comment, but you have to let another commenter carry the story forward before you contribute again.
- No editing.
Ready? Go! And thanks to CWG mentor Christy Scannell for the seed to this story, which I played with and expanded:
If Everett Sloan has to preach one more sermon, he’s going to hit someone—probably Bertha McVie, his “EGR” (Extra Grace Required) board chair, who just plopped her overstuffed self into the metal folding chair across the table from him. The metal protested louder than Everett, but he meant it more.
“Pastor Sloan,” the ooze in her voice made him hate his own name. “Some of the ladies from the auxiliary—” no doubt she meant herself—“have been wondering something.”