2017 posting schedule:
Sunday: Sunday Scribbles Writing Prompts.
3rd Weds of each month: Author Toolbox Blog Hop.
Thursday: Research, Inspiration, and Writers life.
Adhoc: TV. Flash, Arrow, and others. (Psych Movie!)
2017 posting schedule:
As the next few paintings were revealed his father scribbled notes in his notebook but made no comments aloud. Finally, he stopped in front of a canvas in the middle of the stage. When he read the artists name he sucked in a breath and turned wide eyes on Greg.
Greg smiled a wobbly smile and waved. His father grimaced.
‘The artist has courage to enter such a competition, but it’s no where near the standard we’d expect,’ the hooked nose woman said.
Darkness descended. I shuddered and pulled my coat around me.
‘Strange. Eclipse’s not due to start yet…’
But it hadn’t. The sun had gone.
I love research. As a writer this is a good thing. We research plane crashes, stab wounds, and how to kill someone with a sword, to name a few examples. If anyone looked at our internet history, they’d be thoroughly disturbed. (Unless they were another writer who knew about our work in progress!)
Today’s post will be about the colours of roses and their symbolic meaning.
Red roses symbolise deep romantic love and beauty. In a romantic relationship, a bunch of roses, 36, says your partner is crazy about you. In someone you’ve just met, a single red rose can symbolise love at first sight.
‘Mysterious indeed,’ John replied, as he watched Will pin five roses beside the first. Not the strangest thing his flatmate had collected to try and solve a case, but perhaps the most baffling. Will hated flowers. Claimed they were a waste of money. Surely a picture would’ve done?
Welcome to the first Thursday post of the month! How is everyone? Broken your new years resolutions already? Don’t worry, me too!
Every first Thursday of the month, I’ll post about firsts. The first book I picked up this month, the first picture I took, the first blog article I read, the first short story I wrote last month, and more!
The bushes rustled behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder. A pair of eyes glinted in the undergrowth at the edge of the beach. The huntress had become the hunted. I braced myself, and grabbed a rock to sharpen my knife.
It takes a tree years to grow into anything substantial. It’s the same with anything when you start out. Even if you can’t see immediate results, it doesn’t mean what you’re doing isn’t worthwhile. Be patient, and be consistent. You’ll have doubts, and there will be doubters who say it will never happen. Ignore them. The end result could change the rest of your life.
Adam sighed and slipped through the open door of the library. It was deserted this time of day. The students had left long ago, and the harassed looking teachers he passed in the corridor ignored his polite greetings in favour of books and coffee. It was a posh prep school, and the lot of them had their noses in the air. No time for a repair man.
This month I’m posting the results of an experiment I started last October: The Pantser Plots series. How does a self confessed pantser fare when they try to plan instead?
For NaNoWriMo 2017 I planned out a project based on Merlin and Arthurian legend. I’ll compare this project to my NaNoWriMo 2016 project, Dragonspire, which was unplanned.
Benedict sighed and ran a hand through his hair. ‘No. I suppose it isn’t… But around here, what else is there?’
Aurelia took the soup off the fire and heaved it onto the counter. ‘Nothing. We’re nobodies. Invisible. Our lives belong to our masters. We don’t get to love, learn, leave the city or make our own lives.’