The Inquisitive Inkpot
Exploring Tales and the Art of Telling
Tag: writing
Sales and Storytelling: the Hook
We’re all familiar with the cut-to-the-chase sales tactics that seem necessary in order for businesses to survive. But what can we learn from the business world if our mission isn’t to close a deal? Lots. It seems that two vastly different types of writers… Continue Reading “Sales and Storytelling: the Hook”
The Case of the Vanishing Character
Do you find it unsettling when people vanish from your life? “Depends on the person,” you say. Fair enough. But in general, when people who formerly played some semi-notable or even regular role in your life leave it, you usually have a sense of… Continue Reading “The Case of the Vanishing Character”
Identity Crisis: the Point of Re-inquiring
Identity Crises come in many forms. And with any luck, they lead to positive changes. This one is no exception. On The Inquisitive Inkpot’s 30th birthday, it has come face-to-face with the reality it can no longer deny: it is something different from what… Continue Reading “Identity Crisis: the Point of Re-inquiring”
How Many Faces Can One Figure Have?
Have you ever seen multiple iterations of the same historical figure? I don’t mean simply multiple appearances of said person in a variety of different hist-fic books, shows, or movies. I mean different works both devoted to that person, whose portrayals clash in some… Continue Reading “How Many Faces Can One Figure Have?”
The Story I Distilled With
When I pulled the two notebooks off my shelf and folded back the cover of each, what I saw surprised me. Even though it’s only been a handful of years since I filled them, the penciled handwriting is already fading. Yep. Pencil. I was… Continue Reading “The Story I Distilled With”
The Package that took Six and a Half Years
Here, at the end of a six and a half year long process, the developed, revised, completed product of my mind had been delivered to my doorstep by a person I never got to thank—enclosed neatly between a two-sided cover.
Says Who?
Her name was Clare. She came on a dark day when my body was still sore from its latest beating two nights ago. They brought her into camp with her sister, both of them quiet and skittish. When I first saw her I could… Continue Reading “Says Who?”
