Insomnia is a thing, and I’ve had it for a few days now. Just when I think I’ll be tired enough to fall asleep, I’m not. In hopes of sleeping soon, I’ll share some fiction. I’m going to make this up right now. No thinking. Just writing.
I had a weird dream. That’s never been an unusual phrase in my house. If you’ve ever lived with me, you’ll hear that sentence at least once a week. Occasionally, I have bouts of them, one every night for a week, sometimes two. Story of my life. Sometimes they even become stories for other people.Continue reading
In February, I decided to try daily writing prompts. Thought it would get me in the groove of writing, and it did. But only when I was responding to them. It might have helped if I actually made it routine, but in the end, I only did it for two days. That’s not a routine. That’s not even an attempt at a routine! Let’s not kid ourselves. But here’s a piece of one of those writing prompts.Continue reading
The story’s beginning should be gripping, something that would stand out because attentions spans are shorter than they used to be. Who wants to read a boring book anyway? I’m going to share the beginning scene of my novel-in-progress Dissonance. What do you think of the first 600 or so words? Could it use some more action or tweaking? Thank you for reading!Continue reading
Part 2 of “Pomegranate in the Snow” is considerably worse if you ask me. I kind of forgot where I was going (if I ever knew at all). The prompt wanted me to talk about finding something red in the snow. Blood, which would probably be the natural thought, didn’t even come to mind. I don’t know what that says about me…haha. Enjoy!Continue reading
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As promised, the results from a writing prompt, unedited, save typos. This is only part of it. I’ll post the rest Thursday I think. It’s always embarrassing to put your unedited, disorganized, very rough writing out there for others to read, but it’s ok. We have to grow. I used to be terrified of anyone reading my writing, and when I took a creative writing class and was told I had to read it ALOUD in front of anyone and then listen to their comments, I thought I was going to vomit. But I didn’t, and here we are. I’m posting my rough writing prompts on a blog, and it’s not as scary. (Let’s not lie. I’m still scared, but at least I don’t want to throw up…)
I need a filing system, or some method of keeping track of all the bits and pieces of writing I do. I have no such method. I have notebooks and notebooks full, loose sheets of paper shoved in notebooks, between them, and nowhere near a notebook. I have a folder on my computer labeled “Writing.” But I have no idea what I’ve written if it wasn’t a novel or completed short story.