Writing Exercise: Description #2

Exercise: one or two paragraph each describing four to six people who have enriched your life. You don’t have to write full stories, just make the descriptions vivid. 

1. Nikki, was tall for the age of three, all legs like a colt.  She had pretty caramel color skin and oval shaped dark brown eyes that were bordered with rings under them. Her eyes glared into the camera, a scowl marring her usually pretty little face.  She wore yellow ribbons in her pigtails, that almost seemed practically wilt under the sure amount the girl’s aura of irritation.  Her matching cute little yellow shirt, jeans, and crocs instead of cheering up the overall picture just made it seem all the more miserable.

2.  Mary was an old woman, but still spry and lean muscle. Her short wig was slightly crooked through, dark and wavy.  Her large oversized glasses were thick as a coke bottle, and the center bridged tapped together with ducktape that she stubbornly retapped them instead of buying new guys that her kids often begged her to replace.  As old as she was and despite the glasses, she was objectively pretty.  Her mix African and German heritage can be seen in her light cafe au light colored skin.  She had a warm husky laugh, that lit up her warm brown eyes and sassy personality that drew people to her and charmed everyone she came across.

3. Mrs. Crow was a short and squat woman.  All round curves and long and straight pretty wheat colored hair, and blue sparkling eyes.  She had a long Roman nose and a bright smile that did nothing to hide her slightly gapped tooth. She often wore colorful exotic looking tunics over long broomstick skirts that reached the bottom of feet. Today, with it, she wore her favorite strappy geeky sandals that poked a tiny bit out of the skirt.

4. Bruce walked into the store, with a jaunty walk that did have the bearing of a military man. He’s bald head and his dark brown skin seemed to shine in the bright daylight as he walked.  Bruce had a bit of a five of clock shadow that had long turned gray.  His beer gut slightly filling out his ‘I have no fucks to give’ t-shirt that he wore with his green camo pants, his white socks peeking out of his sandals.


Writing Exercise: Description #1

This exercise comes from the new book I found on Kindle Unlimited The Heart and Craft of Writing Compelling Description’ by Sharon M. Lippincott.  You should totally check it out, as I said in my earlier post it’s pretty fantastic for writers like me who have the damnest time trying to write a vivid yet precise description. 

Well, enough lollygagging. Here is the writing exercise:

Scan the room around you and find one specific item that catches your eye, then write about it. Describe it in an unusual way and strive to involve one or two senses. Find other things to describe until you covered all of your seneses at least a couple times in several variations. 


1.The tall bookcase stood in the corner in the room, well into my eyesight. It was a dark honey brown, the wood was smooth to the touch. There was a mix of hardback and paperback books were an organzied half hazard by size, biggest to the smallest. The spines differing in colors and fonts, and genres. A self-help book here, a book about mermaids there, and everything in between.  I opened one of the thick books, a book about herbs and I could smell the faint smell of ink and paper that always seemed to comfort me.

2. The licorice was long, tiny narrow stands of the confectionery tweet twisted together to form a larger thread, the threat felt sticky on my fingers. I tore one of the strands of the larger thread,  the strand was smooth and reminded me a bit of rubber, but as I popped the treat into my mouth my tastes buds  It was a bit tart, with a strange sweet aftertaste

Writing Execrise: Transcribing Action Scenes

My biggest problem area as a writer is a description and that covers action and sex scenes. I tend to over describe and describe every body movement every action. Which can be annoying to a reader, which as a writer I’m trying avoid. My good friend author Jordan S.Brock gave me a suggestion of transcribing an action scene and try to make it interesting.

So I took this fight scene from John Wick Chapter 2. I found this clip on youtube and I hope that it is not too boring.  After this, I’m going to actually go to edit the Prologue and Chapter 1 of Chain Reaction.  So stay tuned for my writing log.


Unedited Verison: 6/18//2017

John Wick was limping down the escalator as fast as could, wincing at the pain in his arm as he cradled close to his chest. As he got closer to the subway, he spotted two men pointing their guns at him. He quickly pulled out his gun and shot the first man and then the other. The first man stumbled out of his crouched and lunged for John, John snatched the man arm and yanking it back to deliver, the man tried to punch John with his free hand but John ducked on the ground hit him with a rock solid punch to the groin. The man screamed and fell down onto his back.  John stabbed the man in the chest with a knife.

A tall bald black man walked down the escalator,  lifting his jacket he took his gun and took off the safety with a click. He walked off the escalator, his gaze darting around the subway.  He stops as he sees John crouched over the dead body of his attacker. John spots The African American man staring at him, he stumbles onto his feet.  John and the man stare at each other.  Not taking their eyes off each other they start walking towards each, both of their movements almost parallel to one another.

Once they are standing across from each other, John pulls out his gun, taking off the safety with an audible click. Suddenly, another subway train drives between blocking the view of one another.

The doors of the subway open and people start spilling onto the platform. The  African American walks inside the subway train.  On the other side of the subway train, John walks into the train and over the heads of the crowded train car John turns to see the African American man standing on the other end of the car.

Incredulously their eyes meet, and John turns, started to maneuver through the various people on the subway car. The subway stops, and more people spill out onto the platform. Eyes locked in a look of steely determination, they both make their way through the crowd of people exiting the subway car. Finally, they are face to face only a few hundred feet to one another. John finally turns to gaze around the other subway goers who seem to not be paying the weird tableau in any attention. Unattricuabouly as possible, John takes out his switch knife and flicks the knife on with a click.