How do you do it?

With pen and paper?

Straight to screen?

With a sparkler…or perhaps an Enigma machine for the extremely paranoid?

Each writer has their own preferred method of working.

Stephen King writes longhand onto yellow legal pads. J K Rowling writes longhand then transfers it to screen – editing as she goes. George R. R. Martin writes straight to computer using an old DOS machine.

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When you first start out, the writing process can be a little daunting. So I thought I’d talk about how I do it and hopefully some of you will weigh in on the comments later about your favourite ways too 🙂

I write with a good ol’ pen and paper. A biro suits me best, although I’m partial to the Parker fountain pen when I want to pretend I’m a really real writer.

I used to work straight onto the computer, but my children have been fitted with an alarm system that only they can hear. So if I go near a computer, open a book, or try to stuff a chocolate bar in my mouth before they make it to the kitchen, THEY KNOW.

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I also feel I’m a little less creative using a computer. It’s great for editing. I can sit there, nose pressed up to the screen with a slightly desperate expression, and most people know to keep a safe distance.

But when I’m in the first stages of a story or script I prefer the pen and paper. It feels more natural to me and I’m likely to think more about what I’m writing as it takes me longer to write than it does to type.

I write in fifteen minute bursts. It roughly adds up to about an hour and a half per day. I set the timer on my phone and I get as much down as I can. When the time is up. I put down my pen and do something else.

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I think writing this way keeps it fresh. I come up with all sorts of ideas I would never have thought of if I was doing one long stint. Plus if I can’t think of anything, I’m only staring at the page for fifteen minutes…This drastically reduces the time I sit crying, leaving more time to console myself with cake.

So that’s how I do it. How do you? Would love to know your thoughts, especially if you do it with a sparkler.

In the meantime, Happy Writing 🙂

SHE – Friday Fictioneers

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. If you fancy having a go, check out the prompt and write a story approximately 100 words long and post.

If you want to see more of the stories for this weeks pic, follow the blue frog. Good luck 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods

PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods

SHE

Clawing at the darkness, branches reached upward like outstretched fingers, grasping, wanting.

She watched.

Rustling disturbed a nearby bush. A flash of red fur disappeared into the undergrowth, desperate not to be seen.

She waited.

A warm breeze rippled her nightdress, passing shadows across the silk. The scent of coconut oil from her skin drifted on the night air.

She remembered.

The heat from his breath. The pressure as his hands closed around her throat. She tried to pull him away.

She struggled.

Her voice faltered as she tried to call out. No-one would hear her out here.

She drifted.

100 words. 

The Shelf – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, and this week we have a great photo prompt from Rochelle.

If you fancy having a go, take a look at the prompt, come up with a story approx 100 words in length and post it up.

I hope you enjoy mine, thanks for reading 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.

The Shelf

‘You understand the conditions?’ He handed her the bottle. His knuckles jutting out like knots on a tree.

Julie nodded ‘He’ll get his in return?’

‘I’m a man of my word,’ he hissed.

Julie took a deep breath and recited the incantation.

‘Take my dreams, what lies ahead,

take my hopes for his instead.’

Gold mist filled the bottle and a heavy weight settled in the pit of her stomach.

The man placed it on a shelf alongside hundreds of others – all glowing with their own ethereal substance.

He handed her a green one and smiled. ‘I hope he’s worth it.’

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Out of the Shadows – Friday Fictioneers

It’s that time again folks! Friday Fictioneers is here, hosted by the lovely Rochelle. All you need is the photo prompt and 100 words of your very own 🙂

This weeks was a great one, thanks to Sandra Crook.

I hope you enjoy my contribution 🙂

Out of the Shadows

Heat rose from the sun-baked cobbles. It was nearly noon and I retreated under the arches.

An old man panted past me. His bicycle wheezed as the wheel squeaked, every fifth of the way round. Sweat covered his skin as if he’d been dipped in oil.

I didn’t want him. Too old – too gamey.

Then I saw them.

Lovers, on their way to the Museum of Arts, I expect. I stepped out from my hiding place exposing my white hot incisors.

They gasped.

‘You didn’t believe we only came out at night did you?’  I smiled. ‘Silly children.’

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Selkie – Friday Fictioneers

It’s that time again, and here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers. If you’d like to take part please see Rochelle’s page and she’ll show you what to do 🙂

Thanks for today’s photo prompt from Douglas M. MacIlroy I love this picture!

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Selkie

The animal rose upward. Pointed teeth glistened in the late afternoon sun.

Tilly gasped and reached out.

‘Careful,’ said the old woman. ‘If you touch one, you’ll never be the same.’

Tilly frowned. ‘It’s only a statue.’

The woman smiled. ‘Legend says they’re the guardians of the water.’ She pointed to Loch Lomond, shining sapphire in the distance. ‘They swim during the night, returning to human form during the day.’

‘It’s just a story,’ said Tilly. She touched its metal head.  

The woman got back to her feet and patted Tilly on the shoulder.

‘Yes it is,’ she said.

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Friday Fictioneers – Liberty

Howdy!

Apologies for the long absence. I’ve been battling through various family illnesses, bedroom clear-outs and general inertia (wipes drool from face).

But I’m back and hopefully will be for some time. (Although cannot rule out potential alien abduction, but don’t worry I have my tin foil hat on).

So here is my latest contribution to Friday Fictioneers photo prompt, provided by the lovely Rochelle (please see page here if you want to have a go). I hope you like it 🙂

Thank you to Santoshwriter for the pic.

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LIBERTY

The plant was so innocent looking with its slender green leaves and deep purple flowers. Who could’ve guessed it was so potent, so deadly?

Sinnai’s pale hands, stained from the juice, lifted the bowl up to her lips.

She drank.

Sweet liquid flowed down her throat and she shivered. Soon they would know. Soon they’d be sorry. But by then it would be too late.

Pain ripped through her body. She fell to the ground, the scent of damp moss and violets fading.

When she woke, a pair of tiny wings lay on the earth behind her.

She was free.

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The one left behind – Friday Fictioneers

Due to unforseen events I was unable to join in last weeks Friday Fictioneers and I’ve been itching to get back to it since. So here’s my contribution to this weeks photo prompt. I hope you like it 🙂

If you’d like to have a go, visit Rochelle’s page to see the prompt and write whatever comes to mind in no more than 100 words. Good Luck!

Ice crusted over the lense. Scrib chiselled at it, then wiped it away.

Silvery light hit the ground, shimmering like water. He warmed his hands and made his way to the next one.

After the great flood, everyone had left.

Everyone but Scrib.

He stayed to man the laboratories – monitering the rate of melt. This was his home and he wasn’t about to abandon her now.

He trudged to the next lab. The crunch of his snow shoes echoed in this white wilderness.

They said they’d return when the ice melted.

They said.

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