What? I don't have time for that! What do you think I do all day? Think of words that have flavours that complement by rhyme? That sound the same? Oh, of course I do, but not for rhyme. Each word I use, I check to see if it has been used before, close to this … Continue reading A Rhyme?
let go of it all? When can I say goodbye to all the bits and pieces that belonged to her? When can I move beyond the little capsule where I keep her memories and moments? I try to dignify my responses - lack of them, really - by giving excuses for grief. It doesn't work. … Continue reading When is the Right Time to …
Two things - reach for the stars and dig deep and what you get from that gives you the sense of a person. Create a character with an emotional honesty, a sense of distinctiveness, make them normal (or normalised), sure, but every single person in the world has issues. Deep, dark, icky secrets. And some that … Continue reading A Touchy-Feely Thing
It's a difficult time. We (two teams of two writer-peeps) are finalising stories, but one of them is being difficult - we don't know how to give the final picture. One option is to have the main character (MC) drive past the same place she drove into town, see the gate that closes the place … Continue reading How to End the Thing …
Day after day, week after week, month after month ... This is where I sit, where I work, where I place all my values and dreams and ... write. It would be a solitary business, but the people I create and speak to each day are much better than the real thing. Really. I tell … Continue reading Alone Again … Naturally
Everyone called him Willy, but when his mum heard that she'd yell like a banshee. "That's not his name!" she'd scream, again and again, even after we'd all disappeared into whatever woodwork was available. It's true, his name wasn't Willy, but why would a normally sensible sane and normal woman call her son Willy-Nilly? That's … Continue reading Not His Name!
[part of SoCS] If Inni had to guess who broke in, she'd say it was the lout down the road. The tall one with the ragged dreadlocks who looked like he was starving. The one who hid behind the bales of hay any time someone even walked past. She'd had enough of people pinching her … Continue reading The Prod
Two events, it would seem from the post-event interviews - but no, it's one event seen through many eyes. One side of the team saw the A story, the other team saw the B story. Perception: it's how the past creates and shapes what we see and feel and understand today. Discourse [how we communicate, … Continue reading Primary Source
And what do you see? Is it the real you, or a stranger? I look in the mirror, and what do I see? A person I know, but a face I don't. I mean, that person wears glasses, has that growly look, humps one shoulder more forward than the other - and shorter in reality … Continue reading Look in the Mirror …
Suffer the consequences of the lurgy alone in your room - don't be a martyr; don't get up and work on your words. You will be sorry. You will delete every little bit you did. You will destroy the confidence you had in the story line. You will be sick longer. When the words become … Continue reading Don’t Do It!