Move your Muse!!!

I don’t know about you, but if your muse is anything like mine, she spends most of her time daydreaming and making daisy chains  – forgetting that we had an appointment at all!

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If you’re feeling sluggish and struggling to get going, try motivating through pictures.

I’ve recently been taking part in the Friday Fictionerrs, flash fiction contest (If you’re interested in taking part please see Rochelle’s page here).

It’s a great way to wake up your senses and sharpen your focus.

The smaller your focus, the more imagery you’ll create.

Don’t be afraid to be poetic, it will bring beauty to your prose.

Have fun and Happy Writing!

 

Image above courtesy of www.photl.com

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And the Music Played – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

 

I climbed the steps of the old bandstand. Years of exposure had turned the brilliant white wood to grey.

‘Some say you can still hear the band play when one of their descendants is about to die,’ I said. ‘But its all rubbish.’

Mal laughed, leaning over the edge of the pier. ‘The music is just there to scare the tourists,’ he said.

I stared at him as a large ocean swell rose up behind him.

‘What music?’

 

Anyone for a Fat Rascal?

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It seems like forever since I’ve been able to post.

We had been invaded by the dreaded lurgy and its taken us a full two weeks to recover.

I was all but ready to paint a black spot on our door and start ringing a bell, but alas, it broke and we are all on the mend.

So this morning – after the first full nights sleep – I got to the kitchen and made Fat Rascals for everybody. They were warm, buttery deliciousness!

If anyone wants any of the recipes I use on my blog, let me know on the comments and I can post one up 🙂

But now with cake in my belly and a spring in my step, I’m off to get some work done.

Happy Wednesday everybody!

Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt!

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I studied my reflection in the murky water of the fountain. An unlined face gazed back at me like a stranger.

The breeze caressed my skin and I smiled. It’d been so long. Damp earth and decay seeped into my skin as I stretched out like a cat in the afternoon sun.

Her silent body lay next to me. Skin now ravaged by age she’d never experienced, scars she’d never earned. Silly girl. She’d had no idea about the book she was reading, or its power.

But now the world would know. They would pay for their disobedience.

98 Words

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

I know places!

Today is Prompt Day for “Blogging 101”.

We needed to create a post from a prompt on the Daily Post. Mine was; PLACES – Beach, Mountains, forest or somwhere else.

This got me thinking about my ideal place to write.

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”

– Virginia Woolf.

There are many posts about where we writer’s choose to write. But, if you are anything like me, you’re hearing the call to your native land but are financially incapable of owning more than a pencil.

Therefore I have to pretend. Luckily, as a writer and Procrastinator extraordinaire, I am extremely good at this. So here is my IDEAL place to write.

Please feel free to come in…

My vanilla-coloured house nestles between pink and warm malted terraces like a neopolitan. Its bay window opens out onto the quayside. Ropes bounce against the masts of yachts called things like ‘Dreamcatcher’ and ‘The Marianne’. They make a delightful ‘chinking’ melody.

Seagulls zoom through the air. Their signature squawk, like a childs play horn, carries on the air as they look for unsuspecting tourists carelessly eating sandwiches. The scent of seafood drifts through the open window from the fresh fish stand across the harbour. Cockles, salty, with their yellow frill and muscles that seem to still hold an entire beach full of sand when you put them in your mouth. 

The swish of gentle waves lapping at the keels create a kind of lullaby and I close the window – because I’ve got work to do.

I lived in Weymouth when I was a child and my memories of hot summers on the beach, sand sculptures before they were trendy and walks to the ice cream shop at the end of the pier (sadly gone now) still live with me .

I hope to get back there one day (maybe I’ll win the lottery!). But in the meantime when I want to disappear, I put on my music, close my eyes and I’m there.

Where is your IDEAL place?

Liebster Award!

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Thank you to Alimoongoddess who nominated me.

I’ve been ill all weekend and  been lying on the sofa feeling sorry for myself, so this has been the first chance I’ve had to post.

Here are the rules:

1. Link the person who nominated you to your blog post and let them know you answered their questions.
2. Answer the 11 questions given to you by the nominator.
3. Nominate other bloggers (11) for the award that have fewer than 200 followers.
4. Create 11 questions for your nominees to answer.
5. Let the nominees know that they have been nominated by going to their blog and notifying them

Here are my answers to Alimoongoddess questions:

1. Have you ever had to watch a cartoon over & over & over til you want to just kill off all the characters? Which cartoon?

Re-runs of The Regular Show on Cartoon Network – What the hell is that show all about???? I’m sure the writers are on some kind of mind-altering substance. If not, they should be.

2. If you were at a donut shop right now, what donut flavor would you choose to enjoy?

All of them. Someone has to check they’re not poisoned after all!

3. If you won $5,000 today what would you do with it?

Helium balloons for everybody!

4. What does home smell like?

Right now; Oatmeal and raisin cookies 🙂

5. What was the last book you read & would you recommend it?

Outlander by Diana Gabaldon – Awesome time travelling story set in post second world war and 1700’s Scotland. She creates a vivid and rich image of life for the highlanders. An absolute must read. I also believe the tv series of the same name has started over in America too 🙂

6. If a new constellation was discovered & you were picked to name it, what would you name it?

Rupert.

7. What are you looking forward to?

A cup of tea.

8. What does your last text message received say?

I don’t know my phone keeps dying on me so I’ve thrown it on the floor in a tantrum and the battery has fallen out.

9. What are 3 nonprofits that you love?

Mind – They give advice and support for mental health issues.

The British Kidney Patient Association – They give support and advice for people with serious kidney problems.

Barnardos – A children’s charity that helps with everything from campaigns to eradicate child exploitation to helping families with disabled children.

10. If someone wrote a song about your life, who would you want to sing it?

The Cheeky Girls

11. What is the most recent blog that you discovered (other than this one) that you are loving right now?

A Narcissist Writes Letters, to Himself, https://notesfromanarcissist.wordpress.com/

I’m addicted to this blog right now and keep going on it throughout my day. His posts never fail to make me smile.

I nominate these 11 people to answer my 11 questions: (In no particular order).

1. Creatopath

2. Notes from the Hammock

3. Just another snowflake

4. Michelle Hanton

5. Dusty Corners

6. HAIKU300

7. Kim Tierney

8. Heidi Busby Brown

9. Handikwani02

10. Pam Tanzey

11. A Life in Libraries

Hese are my 11 questions that I pose to these 11 wonderful bloggers:
1. If you could have any superpower, what would it be and why?
2. Kindle, yay or nay?
3. If you were to write your life story, what would it be called?
4. Who’s your favourite person?
5. What was your last dream about? (keep it clean people).
6. What book character would you be?
7. Can you move like Jagger?
8. Tea or Coffee?
9. Favourite cake?
10. What was the last film you watched?
11. What were you doing before you started answering these questions?

Dynamic Dialogue!

It’s day nine of ‘blogging 101’ and we needed to build on one of the comments we’d made from the previous day.

I chose an article on Roz Morris’ blog ‘Nail Your Novel.’

She discussed clumsy dialogue and how to improve your scenes by leaving out more than you put in. I am in the editing stages of a novel that I intend to put on Wattpad. So I thought I would give her idea a go. Here are the results;

First stage: Re-write dialogue in a clumsy way, telling everything in the scene.

‘Do you need any help?’ The boy grinned at her.

Jessie scowled. ‘I had it under control.’

‘Yeah the way you stopped his teeth with your arm was genius. You would’ve been dead if it weren’t for me.’ He yanked her to her feet. The wolf fell aside and Jessie brushed herself off.

‘If you hadn’t been wandering about in the first place, it would never have happened.’ She scowled at him.

‘A simple thank you would do,’ he said. ‘My name’s Alec.’ He held his hand out to shake hers. Jessie ignored him.

‘Hey, I just saved your life,’ he said.

‘Thank you,’ she replied, pulling out her axe and bringing it down on the animal’s neck. ‘But for the record, you didn’t save my life.’

‘I feel sick,’ he said.

‘Well stand somewhere else,’ she snapped, shoving the now severed head into her red bag.

Alec stared at her. ‘Who are you?’

Now I was instructed to highlight all the dialogue in colour. The I was to rewrite, ommitting the clumsy, obvious speech and including action and body language.

Here’s the final version:

                      ‘Lucky I came along.’ The boy grinned, exposing a crooked front tooth.

Jessie scowled. ‘I had it under control.’

‘Yeah, the way you stopped his teeth with your arm was genius.’ He held out his hand. ‘My name’s Alec.’

‘How nice for you,’ said Jessie, jumping to her feet. She grabbed her axe and brought it down on the animal’s neck with a sickening crack!

The boy turned away. ‘I saved your life,’ he said. ‘The least you could do is say thank you.’ His voice croaked and Jessie thought she detected a slight tremble.

She sneered. ‘You didn’t save my life.’

Blood dripped onto the ground as she stuffed the severed head into her bag. The boy swayed a little.

Yanking the drawstring tight, she swung it over her shoulder. The wolf’s body lay next to Alec’s feet. She pulled out a silver bottle and poured oil over the corpse, splashing the boy’s shoes.

‘I’d move away if I were you,’ she said, lighting a match.

Alec’s eyes widened. ‘You’re not from animal control are you?’

‘No,’ she said, fixing her brilliant green eyes on his. ‘I’m not.’

Now the scene is shorter, but gives more information even though I’ve actually taken dialogue out. I’ve avoided questions, given actions instead of answers and vreated an overall cleaner scene…I hope.

I welcome any feedback and would love to know if anyone else has tried this and got better results.

In the meantime, thank you for reading, and happy writing 🙂