SepSceneWriMo 2022 – Day 1 – What is your reason for being?

While I’ve read about SepScene WriMo on ‘Mole’s blog in the past, I never really considered participating. I’m all about the plot; the plot does not happen in a single scene. Scene writing is not my jam. People want to read complete stories.

Or so I thought.

Well, I still kind of think all that, but this time around I figured that – maybe to better my craft – I DO need to make scene writing my jam. One of my fellow BBprompt participants – A.E. – is a master at meticulously crafting a single scene and making it read as more than just a scene. I’m always in awe. Plus, I like to think that people would like to read SOMETHING and since I haven’t been posting as much as I have in some of the previous years… I figured it was time to grab the bull by the horns!

Hence, I’ve decided to attempt SepSceneWriMo, which calls for a scene a day. Not sure how doable that is, but I sure will try. If you choose to embark on the journey with me as a reader, I thank you in advance and await your feedback. Should you choose to join me as a writer – I look forward to reading your scenes!

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You are not insignificant.

You were created for a reason.

You have a purpose.

The priest’s words still rang in my ears as I turned the key in the ignition.

Hello!” the car greeted me with a display of lights on my dashboard.

“Hello, Ruby!” I replied, gently shifting into reverse and pulling out of the parking lot.

Radio on. Volume setting – seven. Loud enough to hear the music but quiet enough to also hear everything else. Driving at night is not my favorite. It’s the same crazy people as during the day, only driving faster and in low visibility. While I tend to be very rational, I try not to dwell in fear – just a few blocks down the road, a short ride on the highway, and I would be home drinking tea with my girlfriend.

The first set of lights was green, and the second one turned green as I started getting closer, but the final light turned red as I approached.

Never a red when you need it (to send a quick text), but always when you don’t (trying to get home before complete nightfall),” I thought as I slowed down and allowed a car to turn from a smaller street into my lane.

“Dude, your lights aren’t on,” I said to the driver who would never hear me. “I’d wanna know. Cops and accidents have a way of delaying you.” I figured and twisted my knob off and back on again in an attempt to try and signal the driver in front of me to turn their headlights on.

But he did not seem to notice. Or maybe he did but thought I was just playing with my ‘toys.’

For maximum effect, I pulled the lever towards me, and the beamers filled the rearview mirror in the car in front of me, blinding the driver.

I let go. Surely, that must have been enough.

The driver in front of me looked at his rearview and jerked his chin up and down.

In response, I lifted my arm and pretend-turned the light knob. He probably thought I was taunting him or something because he did not switch on his lights and instead went back to ignoring me.

Soon enough, the red light turned to green, and the car in front of me and I turned onto the highway ramp. We both started the acceleration process to be able to merge smoothly onto the highway.

Seven minutes and I should be home,” I estimated, based on the level of traffic.

I was in the second from the right lane when I saw a car barreling down on my left. All I could do was shake my head. People being reckless is one thing, but people endangering others…

The car whipped right into my lane and then into the next. No turn signal, no nothing. The wild, wild west.

The loud bang that followed almost caused me to jump in my seat. My entire body trembled as I rounded the bend.

Several yards ahead, I passed by a nasty accident. The car that passed me over was now one with the car that had no lights on.

Should I have done more to get him to put his lights on?” I wondered the entire ride home and beyond.

Stay golden,

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21 thoughts on “SepSceneWriMo 2022 – Day 1 – What is your reason for being?

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  1. Never heard about SepSceneWriMo – and wasn’t that a mouthful?

    I’m not sure in the driver’s place, if I’d have done more either. Short of climbing out, knocking at the other car’s window and speaking to them, your mc did try.

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    1. I’ve only heard it from one fellow blogger, figured I’d help spread the word this time around.

      I’m not a fan of the name, especially as – if it’s meant to mock/mimic NaNoWriMo – it should be ScSeWriMo or SceSeWriMo for easier pronunciation (“C-se-wrimo).

      Yea, and that avenue you mention might prove quite dangerous in certain situations (lights changing, other driver spooked, malicious people nearby, etc.)

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  2. I found this to be very realistic. I often see cars with their lights not on around dusk. I used to think that flashing my lights was a universal language to tell them to turn their lights on, but it seems that many drivers don’t understand. Not sure what else can be done.

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  3. Punchy. Tight. Well done.
    Wondering if the priest’s words might be tuned to reflect “help your neighbor” or some such to insinuate the conclusion. If that was your intent, it doesn’t quite jive in my mind.
    See, you can do it. A string of these together and you have a decent story.

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    1. “Help thy neighbor” is not necessarily the message here. I think many (all?) wonder what their purpose on this planet is. Sometimes we might not know that our purpose is to save someone’s life (figuratively or literally).

      I thought about turning these into something longer (and still might), but this one just came to me randomly and I think it will remain a standalone.

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      1. “help my neighbor” was not in reference to a global gestalt. It was in reference to the narrator’s last few comments about wanting to but failing to aid another human being.

        And yeah, I tend to just write these one offs. Some turn into multiple episodes, most not.

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        1. Thanks for alerting me to the fact that it might read as clear as I would have thought. Where I was coming from: his mission/ purpose was to warn the other driver. Sometimes we can’t save/help the other, but we can push them on the right track (switch the lights on). While the other driver probably died, our MC fulfilled his mission as he did what he could to warn them,

          I thought I was going to struggle with Day 3 but then I could not stop writing. Hope you don’t find it too long…

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  4. Good luck on this writing challenge throughout September. You’re definitely off to a great story with this scene, which you did an excellent job crafting. Do you think you might write about this particular character again?

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    1. I usually write one-off stories and don’t really look back to those characters. But, I’ve noticed that many people have recurring characters. While, as a reader, I sometimes get annoyed when I don’t know that character’s prior history, I think it’s pretty cool to build such full characters. It’s making me want to do something similar. Maybe this September exercise will open the door for that. We shall see!

      Thanks for stopping by, reading, and your feedback!

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      1. Ooooh, I’d love to see what happens if you do go the route of creating a few recurring characters. I do find that there are ways to briefly reintroduce characters to readers who may not have read other stories in which they have appeared, though. So that is also something you may wish to try.

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  5. I like how the scene was told – the cautious driver trying to help the negligent driver that gets hit by the careless driver. Then we have the cautious driver second guessing if more could be done…a question most readers of this story would ask themselves. Nice one Goldie.

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