Today's post is more a roundup of the last week than being focused on a specific topic. I do discuss, though, why batching posts is better for me and how much I enjoyed, what I consider my first real crack at editing.
And I’m Feeling….. defective…. but positive…
I decided, as I move forward slowly (I have a nice cushion of five months before I have to look at heading back into something officey or god forbid retail), that I’m going to share this experience. I’m going to blog and gram as I go through this. As I learn, as I grow and as I inevitably fall flat on my face. So, I suppose this is where we start.
No More Clipping Wings
I've been doing a lot of thinking and reflecting the last week or so, especially about the last year. A lot of people sum up their years with a word. If I had to sum up last year with one word, it would be Survival. And you know what? Just surviving sucks. It sucks a … Continue reading No More Clipping Wings
Not Today NaNo, Not Today!
For the first time in years I won't be taking part in National Novel Writing Month. For those who don't know National Novel Writing Month is the month where writers across the globe decide to take on the mammoth task of writing 50,000 words in the 30 days of November. I won't be recording words, … Continue reading Not Today NaNo, Not Today!
Fantasy Flash Fiction: Malachite
This is Day 1 of a December Writing Challenge: The prompt was Crystalline The brown hessian of Nova's trousers was instantly soaked as she dropped to her knees in the crisp icy snow. She sucked in a breath, the cold air on her gritted teeth setting them on edge. A feeling, like needles being driven … Continue reading Fantasy Flash Fiction: Malachite
Once he arrives you'll find it hard to escapewhat's yours to see with is his to take Driven by vengeance, anger and hate Bright Bo will kill all those who quake. They call him Bright Bo. There's no rhyme or reason to the people he chooses. You just have to be unlucky enough to switch … Continue reading Bright Bo
Flash Fiction: Fire
There's a fire in me. It's been there as long as I can remember. It has the potential for danger, but it mostly burns the soft oranges and yellows of a candle or campfire. Occasionally it turns blinding white. When watching the world burn seems like the only option. Sometimes it's blue. A blowtorch ready … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Fire
Fear and Me: So It Begins…
I don't think I have an especially strange relationship with fear. Not like my relationships with other emotions anyway. I will start off by saying, through writing these blog posts I've realised how much the curse of Anxiety and OCD, then the blessing of an incredibly fertile imagination have fed into my relationship with fear, … Continue reading Fear and Me: So It Begins…
Flash Fiction: Bricks
The second a meglomaniac is put in charge of artificial intelligence is the second everyone should know that the endeavor is doomed. Unfortunately, people didn't know. Now here we are. On the brink of annihilation, from, of all things, tiny plastic bricks that click together to help you get creative. At some point you have … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Bricks
Horror Flash Fiction: Skin
"This is not my skin." The voice says, a voice that both is and isn't yours. "It's not right." It whispers as your hands wrap more firmly around the Stanley knife in your hand. They are correct. It isn't right, something is very, very wrong. This is not your skin, not skin your worthy of. … Continue reading Horror Flash Fiction: Skin