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:
After the appointment I had to drive home. A one hour journey, and I couldn’t write down the ideas spiralling in my head. In the end I asked my fiancee, the passenger, to take notes. Talking about my ideas helped me remember them later!
Cassia blinked. ‘I don’t know what to say. I’m not the person you knew.’
‘No, you’re not,’ the woman replied with a bitter laugh. ‘She was feisty and sure of herself. You’re a mere shadow of her. As ruined as the ruins of our home.’
The words for my short story came easily today. It’s a fun tale about aliens and alcohol written in first person. I wrote 2150 words in 82 minutes, faster than I’ve been writing on my Nano project. (1650 words in the same time!) To me that made it obvious I needed a break to write something different!
As for my NaNo words? I was a bit distracted after writing something else, but I managed 1005: More than my target 🙂 It felt good to get out of my own head and just write!
‘Oh no. You’ve been cut off for today!’ the bartender said when he saw me.
I gestured behind me, to my new friends. The bartenders jaw dropped. People who glanced our way screamed and pushed past us, out the door. Some fled out the patio and off it into the lake. Soon, the bar was ours.
I led my friends to the bar. ‘You going to argue with them?’ I asked. ‘They have laser pistols.’
I wrote a story where Merlin and Arthur attend a festival. It will appear in my draft if I can link it to the plot! Today is a big win. I doubled my word count, and all the words were edited too!
‘Relics of Earth?’ Arthur asked as they moved past stalls selling asteroid bracelets, coffee mugs and disposable cameras, and came to a stop at another stall.
‘Yup. Replicas of things from Earth before the asteroid hit,’ the stall owner said.
Merlin frowned and picked up a carving of stone henge. ‘The stones are in the wrong place.’
‘I think you’ll find my wares are 100% accurate,’ the stall owner insisted with a glare.
‘No, Merlin’s right,’ Arthur said. ‘I grew up near stone henge, and it doesn’t have a roof.’
The night before NaNoWriMo is here, and whilst everyone else is posting about Halloween, it’s time for me to introduce my project.
Warning, contains spoilers: The end of BBC’s Merlin.
Earlier in October I discovered Beautiful People, a monthly link up hosted by Cait @PaperFury and Sky @FurtherUpandFurther. Each month they post 10 questions to answer about your characters. This month the focus is on NaNoWriMo. What better way to introduce my project?
All was silent, but Maria’s eyes darted around, wary and on edge. A few times she thought she glimpsed a figure out of the corner of her eye. Was someone watching her? If they were, they’d be surprised when she drove a knife into them. A clatter pierced the air behind her, and Maria spun on heel. They’d given themselves away. Time to strike. The huntress pulled her knife from her bag and crept towards the sound.
I’ve always been a fantasy writer. I love dragons, kingdoms, and magic. Writing short stories has allowed me to expand my horizons without committing to a novel in an unfamiliar genre.
Through my short stories I’ve developed a love for humour and anything a bit odd and quirky. I’ll be experimenting with horror soon!
Chaos. Cars fell into the crater. Brakes screeched as taxis tried to avoid the hole. Colourful characters teetered on the edge. Elmo’s wide costumed eyes stared into the sky as he fell backwards, down, down, and out of sight.
Everything ground to a halt and there was silence, until, breaking free from her mother and running to peer over the edge, a young girl asked, ‘What is it, momma?’