I find that over the Christmas period I never get to write. I mean it is normally only three or four days, but it is the time when I am exhausted, too tired to even start up the netbook and outline a quick short story. Instead, by evening I am in a stupor of drink,… Continue reading Post-Christmas writing
I know I haven't been on the net for a while, but in my defense there has been a serious amount of making, baking and icing going on. I have made 36 pies, 2 lbs of gingerbread and one large mincemeat and apple pie. The pies were three flavours; apple, apple and ginger and mincemeat.… Continue reading Merry Christmas!
Flight – Can Bisty come to terms with Dee’s death? The next part of ‘The Gone’.
We start to move away and I can’t help but look behind us. Just moments ago Dee had been fine and now she was nothing more than a broken pile on the floor. I ought to feel something, but I don’t. At one point, when she’d held the knife on Max, I would have killed her myself, yet now that she is dead I don’t feel anything. Not sympathy, not relief, nothing.
“Max?” I call out. He slows and walks beside me. He says nothing but I know he is waiting for me to say something.
“Dee…” I start.
“I had to,” he interrupts. “She was turning and despite everything she didn’t deserve to become on of those things…”
I place a hand on his arm. “I know. I was just worried….”
I sigh and drop my hand. “I felt nothing. I ought to, but…” I shrug.
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I was back to the doctor today. It feels like I have been ill for the last month... Oh, wait! I have. And I must admit I'm a little grumpy about it. I have missed Christmas parties and meetings, and now that I'm feeling a little more normal my social calendar is clear. But the… Continue reading Getting back to a normal routine…
The writer's carnival has posed a challenge: Every character, every person, everybody has flaws. So the challenge is to show us one of your character's flaws using no more than three sentences. So here is my answer... I stand and look in the mirror, not really seeing what's there. You see, I know that I'm decent… Continue reading A Challenge…
It was writing group day and I had got ready with cards and a secret Santa present... and then left them on the dinning room table. I didn't realise that I had until I got to the house where the meeting/party was. Instantly, I felt guilty. But, you know what, no one minded. When secret… Continue reading Forgetting secret Santa…
I have been working hard. I've been writing hard, all week. The only problem is that I've been working on someone else's work. So I finish and I sit back, happy. It's not a long piece but it is now a cohesive bit of writing. I have converted an adult text to one that can… Continue reading The reality of life…
I have dyslexia, it's fairly bad, but I have a mass of coping strategies in place to make my writing world bearable. Except that there was one area that it was lacking - note taking. It seems such a small thing. Taking notes. Just sitting in the library and writing down what you learn from… Continue reading Technology…
Quiet times – the next part of ‘The Gone’. Can Bitzy escape?
“They won’t attack us,” I say.
Max watches the creatures shuffle from side to side, moving their heads back and forth, noses in the air, scenting.
“Not us no,” he says, in such a deep voice it rumbles around the room. He then looks at Dee.
We all look at her.
“What?” she asks, her tone scared, but her eyes suggesting she has an upper hand.
“We could let them have her,” Colin says.
For a moment I think about it. I really do. And that scares me more than anything. The shot has changed more than my physical appearance; I’m starting to think of Dee as a separate species. I try for sympathy but I come up short. I do know that just handing her over to the monsters would be wrong. “We can’t,” I say.
“Why?” Colin asks and I can see that…
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I have an editor. I have to, what with my dyslexia and all, but I have noticed that certain mistakes are cropping up more often than I'd like. One that really annoys me is 'like'. Not that I don't use it right, but in the sentence 'as if' would be much better. I'm fuzzy on… Continue reading As if I would…