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Progress is a funny thing. Little steps suddenly reveal themselves as mountains conquered, while the grand journeys I had set upon seem stuck at port from an infestation of teredo navalis.*
That’s where my writing lingers of late… stuck in dry dock, awaiting repairs as I play catch up with the world around me. I am getting caught up with my critique group (after being behind by five critiques), but the tally of new words this week—for the whole week—was less than 500. At least this is not counting class discussions for the MOOCS I’m doing at FutureLearn; my class participation is on track.
As for the rest of my progress?
- Write my five sentences daily — nope
- At least three days a week, write a page, front-to-back — nope
- Make weekly progress in travel plans for UK trip this Spring —check
- Post here once weekly with progress — missed last week, but did post my Wednesday check-in at Many Worlds
- Maintain and update the ROW80 blog/site and linkies once a week — check
Not much progress, as you can see. The England trip is almost completely sketched out (important, but not since we’re not going until the end of April, more a case of me obsessing over things). I’ve fixed links on the ROW80 blog and tweaked some of the links (and am starting to work out a system that will stop me from running late every post). I’ve even changed computers and started two classes.
I’ve done a lot. Just not a lot of writing… Guess it’s time to work on that next, hmm?
* Keeps crossing my mind lately because of the Shipwrecks and Archaeology class I’m taking via Futurelearn and a Great Courses lecture series we have about Ancient Technology… how a silly thing like a worm could decide some of the greatest battles in history.
Today would normally be Book Review Monday. I’m behind in my writing. Sorry. Life has been a bit more “interesting” of late than I expected it to be….in a good way.
So this is instead a little news post.
I’m going back to college. After years (literally) of considering the pros and cons of going back to school for something that I feel quite passionate about but felt unready for, I decided I will be going back to school for Psychology. It’s all part of the joy I gather in learning about people, trying to help people, and just learning in general.
Next, be prepared for a change in both design and format of this blog as it becomes my primary and I work to slowly retire Many Worlds. You may see posts here that seem to have little to do with this blog’s general theme as I port all my older posts over. They aren’t that alien in truth. Writing, creativity, passion… Here or there, I have always strove to experience and share them.
And I will be sharing all of these things here….
For the moment though, let me share with you an image of a little guy (not him exactly, since his brief time with me was spent being held and nursed, not with cameras flashing at him) who shared my morning with me today. Not of his choice exactly. I’m sure he thought he had more time than he did as he tried to swoop in front of our car.
Did you know that it’s believed that tree swallows were once considered a sign of good fortune for seamen?
“Audacity, more audacity and always audacity.” by Georges Jacques Danton
If you’re online, you get spam some way, some how. From proclamations of wealth overseas to titillating your lover better than any other man (which always struck me as funny, for obvious reasons), most spam is a horrible waste of time and mental energy. And of course, the dangers of falling for the spammers’ tricks could fill several blog pages…
But did you know that spam could be fun? Or empowering?
Well, it can at least be somewhat fun. Read the rest of this entry »
With many apologies to our guest, Janet Parfitt, for being a week late with posting this piece, I wish to offer her a warm welcome to the Garden of Delights as she shares one of her writing inspirations with us. I especially enjoy reading things that Janet posts, because (barring becoming a rock star), we share so many common interests. It always fascinates me to see the differences that occur even among common threads.
So, without further ado, please welcome, Janet Parfitt:
You only have to look in your local bookshop or go to Amazon to see that there are thousands, if not millions, of books about creative writing. An amazing amount of people have written on the subject with a lot of conflicting advice. There are those who tell you basically to just sit down and start writing and then there are those who say you should plan out every scene, character, setting and plot twist before you start.
You might wonder who all these people are and what makes them qualified to give you advice on writing. But there is one guy who I don’t think anyone in their right mind would question because he is the best-selling writer in the entire universe and his name is Steven King.
King’s book entitled “On Writing” is the best book ever written about the process of creative writing. I mean, what he doesn’t know can’t be worth knowing, right? And, as you would expect, it’s very well written; part biography and part writing manual, it’s all good. My favourite bit is the first sentence of the second foreword which goes “This is a short book because most books about writing are filled with bullshit.” You got to love the man for writing that!
He goes on to say that “If you want to be a writer, then you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There’s no way around these two things that I’m aware of, no shortcut.” This is not a book padded out with lists or the same writing tips given out over and over, just phrased slightly differently. And it doesn’t have that school-marm slightly superior tone that says ‘I know better than you do.’ What he does is tell it to you straight; here’s another excerpt to show you what I mean. “Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well.”
Thank you Steven!
Now in her late 40’s, Janet Parfitt has filled her creative reservoirs with the labors of many crafts. Diverse jobs such as filing clerk in a tax office, chamber maid in a hotel, vending machine maintenance in the (now closed) Kodak factory in Harrow and Wealdstone (UK) and sous chef in a restaurant supplemented her reading to inspire stories, poems, songs and dreams of becoming a rock star. Led Zeppelin, animal welfare, words of beauty, the mysteries of the occult stir her passions almost as much as her family and lovely husband. Raised in North London, she has a degree in history. She runs a writing related magazine Writing With Fire, a blog Mrs. Bongle, and can be found on Twitter at @MrsBongle. She is a practising witch.
Another Mini Mash-Up today… Really, it’s difficult to do anything but mash-ups when so many interesting things are going on all over the web lately. It feels really wonderful to be part of such a creative global community.
The news first:
As I noted on Tuesday, I will be hosting my very first guest blogger, Elaine Stock, who will be sharing with us those things that inspired her to write and tell stories. A writer of faith-based fiction, Elaine’s curiosity and love of people has led her to welcome writers and readers from all over the world to tell their stories. If you have the time, pop over to her page and check out some her guests. You won’t be disappointed.
Now for the fun stuff:
Flash fiction! Yep, as I posted for my recent ROW80 update, I’ve finally gotten myself back into the Swing of Things, and that means some Friday Flash Fiction. It’s not as if I’ve kept up with my flash fiction of late. No Five Minute Getaways… No random prompts… I am even behind on my Three Word Wednesday posts over at Many Worlds From Many Minds.
Well, to make up for some lost time, here is a piece of quasi-inspired writing to (hopefully) amuse you.
Chuck Wendig’s Terrible Minds blog gets a lot of traffic on Fridays because of the flash fiction challenges he posts, and normally I wouldn’t have bothered with an expired contest, but I felt a need to write a piece (albeit a week late) for Chuck’s The 10K Contest where people were supposed to write a full story of less than 100 words in five sentences.
Her footsteps creaked on the stairs as she came down slower than normal. He knew she’d heard about the shooting as soon as he saw her tear-stained face. Steeling himself, “Honey, there was a–,” he started to say. He reached out to wipe away a tear, wrapping his other arm around her, but she stiffened against the bulk of the P225 under his coat.
Refusing to give up faced with going to their son’s funeral alone, he clung to her, sobbing in her hair, “I didn’t know it was Bobby–I honestly didn’t know….”
That’s it. Not much to it, I’m afraid. There was supposed to be more, but due to technical issues I regret to inform you that those pieces have been canceled. I am endeavoring to reschedule them for a later date. 😉
Posted March 1, 2012on:
I only just found Maggie Mae’s page (well, not technically true… I peeked a few weeks ago, but clearly I didn’t spend enough time there) Please! Take the time to read not only this piece but so many others of hers. I despair to ever write poetry of such intensity.
I know you in language,
by your fingertips,
or your tongue,
or your eyes,
or your voice,
or heavy petting,
or lip smacking.
I do not know the scent of your release,
or the heaviness of your desire,
or the longing in your sighs,
or the length of your reach.
I do not know your grip,
your gasp for a breath,
I know you in vocabulary,
I know you in daydream
I have felt your limit,
where I have forfeited myself
in the aroma
of your pleasure,
where I have met you at the top
of the mountain,
the highest peak,
where we have gasped for air
I speak in daydream,
lost in lust language
where I know you.