A Comfy Kind Of Restless

Happy Halloween!!

Who was trick or treating tonight??  I sent Hubby out ‘round the doors with our two lil zombie knights, while I stayed in the house to cater to the rest of the neighbourhood – not one of whom showed up!?

It was Amanda’s turn to inspire me today, and she’d written:

“The sky looked as if it was on fire, a reflection of how she felt…”

Which I was free to use anywhere in my short story. 

Eeeexcellent…

The sky looked as if it was on fire, a reflection of how she felt.  Amy shut the curtains and studied her baby sleeping; took in the faintest trace of grown-up glitter on his pink little face.

Those flames still licked at Amy’s conscience: where was the justice in what she was about to do? It screamed.  How would she live with herself…?  But Amy had given up on living, and consequently had never felt such vitality.

She walked softly from the window to the landing, making sure not to let the nursery door creak behind her. She sidestepped all the blood pooling at the foot of the stairs, dodged the still-groaning incapacitated folks in the entrance hall.

Her husband was still suspended from the makeshift rack, begging for his life; thankfully still muffled by the duct tape.  (Wouldn’t do to wake the baby from his nap, would it?). The cheating scum could hang there all night and think about whether that tart was worth it. (She’d kill him later).

It was wonderful how the fangs had grown in first, but it would be much more peaceful when the human NONSENSE stopped echoing in her head.  It was definitely getting fainter now, mind you.  Actually, a bit of loud music would probably drown it out a treat…

It was a fab line from Amanda, but I really struggled trying to shoehorn it into a spooky story that wasn’t about star crossed lovers 😉  I only managed 202 words, and lots of them were repeated too much!

It didn’t really help that Hubby and Youngest returned from the nursery Wood Walk in my last 5 mins, and stomped all over my train of thought by asking me stuff…I could have caught the fact that I make it sound like Amy’s Husband’s floozy would kill him, not Amy.  Ooops!

Anyway, I hope you like it and forgive the fact it REALLY reads like a first draft 😉 thanks again, Amanda, for the prompt!

Hopefully I’ll be back in better writing form tomorrow – enjoy your evening, folks!

P.S If you would like me to write a ‘Facebook Fiction’ piece using one of your phrases, please submit it according to the rules outlined on this challenge page.  Thanks!

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Hey there!

I had an interesting morning. 

It started with lovely sleepy cuddles from the kids; I got a good ten minutes in the shower after that and managed to dry my hair before hubby left.  The boys then decided that they wanted to do some drawing together in the playroom, and have me help them choose what to copy from the book that shows lots of step-by-step skeletons, vampires and other figures.  That was cool, but I was getting a bit pushed for time.

I soon noticed that Eldest had left one of his reading books in the playroom and, as I was returning the book to his bag, I caught sight of a crumpled invitation to a school ‘learning event’ on the 15^th of November that I was supposed to RSVP to on Friday just gone…

The invitation had a lovely original coloured drawing on it by Eldest, and also a tear off strip.  Well, I couldn’t deface his artwork (!!) so I had to fire up the PC, take a pic of the invite and then print it off, fill in and cut the slip to the right size…

By that time it was about two minutes before the timer was due to go off to herald the kids’ socks and outdoor wear being forced upon them donned.  Youngest reminded me at this point that he wanted to wear his gloves and hat and scarf.  His favourite gloves were in the wash, and both boys’ scarves were upstairs in my wardrobe.  Cue me running about on a different floor from the kids, barking instructions that they gleefully ignored 🙁

At about 8.10am (5 mins before we usually leave) my children had their socks, shoes, coats, hats and scarves on – but both were unhappy with aspects of their glove provision.  This took another ten minutes to resolve, and faaaar more patience than I felt like mustering.

Plus we discovered that Hubby had accidentally gone to work with Youngest’s favourite hat in his pocket, and I got a bit teary about the possibility of it being lost; because both kids have worn it and it is very special to us, blah blah…(hormonal much?!)

Yes! That doggy hat which coordinates so nicely with Youngest’s bag…!

The boys and I tumbled out the door and down the lane, with me clucking about how Eldest was never going to be first in his line this morning (it was 8.27am), and Eldest intermittently cuffing one-gloved-Youngest about the head (for daring to complain that we were walking too fast and overtaking him).

Somehow we caught up and arrived before the school bus, and everyone else in his class; meaning Eldest did actually get to be (the coveted) first in his line (?!) and I still had ten minutes to get Youngest sorted. 

I was the proverbial bear, by this point.  The day was a disaster, I felt like I was going to explode at one more tiny word…

Youngest’s shoe bag, on his peg in the nursery cloakroom, felt heavier than usual.  He only has a pair of plimsolls in there and a few pull-ups with nappy bags.  When I moved the soft shoes and handed them to Youngest, there was suddenly a cheeky painted face smiling up at me with sharky teeth.  An errant welly boot had somehow snuck in over the weekend.

I asked the nearest nursery teacher if someone had lost it, and she whooped and said that a poor wee girl had been looking EVERYWHERE for it.

Well, that made me chuckle! The boot was swung about; grinning for all it was worth.  Suddenly my day brightened, Youngest and I got his layers off while brainstorming how the boot climbed into the bag without anyone noticing, and what it was thinking now.

As I left the nursery and wandered across the playground, having had another lovely cuddle with Youngest, and with about three minutes to go before the bell; my friend called and asked me if I wanted to go to the local café with her once I was finished with Eldest.  I did, and we had a great laugh; as this Monday vibe continued to wreak its insanity and we put a positive spin on it.

I didn’t get my writing done at the usual time, but that didn’t matter; because Sandy, who gave me today’s marvellous ending for my short story, was who I was busy giggling with instead 😉

I wrote the below in the last possible 20 mins I could squeeze in: after lunch and before picking up Eldest!!

I stood in that queue and thought of all my hopes from school; how I was going to change the world with the many ideas that I had. The people I was going to inspire with my wonderful creations…!

Five years was a long time to wait to realise that I was now drifting in the wrong direction.  I reminded myself repeatedly that every ‘failure’ could be seen as me realising what I wasn’t cut out for. 

You weren’t paid, in retail, to stand for hours creating the perfect stack of produce.  No one understood that you couldn’t just interrupt a genius mind, and expect her to tend a till at a moment’s notice!

Offices didn’t seem to appreciate you rearranging the furniture every week; or asking for an extended lunch hour so you could source prettier paperclips online. 

I needed somewhere that indulged my passions, saw the potential in every idea I had – as I did.

I finally was called to the table, and excitedly told the woman at the Jobcentre my plan: I was going to go for that “Interior Designer’s Assistant” [vacancy] after all.  I was being silly before.  I brought out the little folder I had with me, with the magazine cuttings outlining my colour choices for my dream living and dining area; the swatches of fabric I had spent a happy afternoon in Remnant Kings picking out.

The woman looked at me coldly.  “Too late” she said “that position was taken off our books yesterday. Change of circumstances, or something like that.”

I closed my folder with a snap. “Fine!” I said “You don’t have to look so happy about it!”

She just smirked at me, as others started to look over at us.

“Forget it!” I fumed, and walked out.

The Phoenix was, once again, reduced to ash…

295 words this time (not including the ending I was provided, or the damn word that I missed out in my haste, which is why it’s in the square brackets!)  Woohoo!! Again, I was writing to the very last second and had no time to do a proper edit – but hey, I’m at peace with it. 

Kind of…?

I went with the angle that I thought of about third.  I used to hate visiting the Jobcentre, haha.

Thanks again to Sandy for her fabby closing line 🙂

Tomorrow it is Amanda’s turn.  I have an appointment to keep whilst Youngest is on his Wood Walk with Hubby, but I am hoping to get the piece written late morning, so I should have some scribbly pages for you on Facebook before lunch.

Until then, friends!!

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Boo!

Well, it IS almost Hallowe’en…

I had a frantic write today, wrangling with the ending that Karen specified for me! I went right down to the wire, and it is probably the messiest page-and-a-half I have produced in a loooong time 😉 well played, Karen!

This is what she gave me:

They told us to use “I” statements to express our feelings, but I couldn’t think of one feeling they would have found appropriate.

Technically it is a monologue, not a story, that I ended up with…is that allowed?! I suppose as I made up the rules it must be, haha.  I hope you enjoy it, anyway:

Hello, my name is Anne.  You’ve probably read of my ‘adventures’ with my older brothers and cousin?  Well, I’m in my eighties now, and I can’t believe how much times have changed.  I would be so scared for my grandchildren if they went off on their own and got into even half the scrapes that we did.

I used to like adventures best when they were over, but I still was happy to put myself in silly situations without truly thinking of the dangers.

But it was a different world then.  Of course, it was arguably more violent, with the wars and all the terrible hardships endured in lots of foreign climes because of it; but the adults never really seemed to feel that we would be in significant danger. 

I remember presenting Enid with my diary from our first adventures, and her instantly seeing a bestselling series (instead of children being treated jolly unfairly, sometimes).

I remember being (semi-secretly) very upset that mummy and daddy used to pack us off to Kirrin so much.  My grandchildren see their close family members so much more often, and go to schools that are mixed…and siblings can be together…where they can come home each evening to their parents!  I could have seen my brothers so much more growing up.

Of course, I started that tradition of comprehensive schooling off with my own daughters.  I was interested in them as people – warts and all, so to speak!

When I reminisce about my pre-teen days, I realise that for most of my childhood, when it came to the adults I cared about: they told us to use “I” statements to express our feelings, but I couldn’t think of one feeling they would have found appropriate…

You can tell I have had the issues Anne raises bubbling in my head for a while, can’t you…?!

As I was saying the other day, it is cool writing in a kid’s room because it can really help join a few dots in my head. (You know I’m definitely dotty by now, yeah?!) After reading today’s ending to my story, I grabbed Five On A Treasure Island off Eldest’s shelf and looked to see when it was first published (1942).  From there I skimmed the first few pages and learned George was supposed to be eleven, so I knew Anne would have been about nine, so born in the early thirties…and the furious scribbling began!

I cranked out 269 words over and above my given ending!! Boooom!

I am cringing at all the clunky words I want to shave, it must be said, but if I look at it as purely a 20 min writing exercise – I am getting more prolific!  800-odd words an hour wouldn’t be too shabby 😉 I’d have my Stephen King quota in 2.5 hours. 

I’d need a nap afterwards, right enough.  Writer problems…

Karen impressed me by managing to decipher my scrawl in the page pics on Facebook.  I was even going a little crossed-eyed, trying to follow the greeny gabbling I produced 😛 she seemed not to hate my wee scene, so yaaay 😉 Thanks again for making the cog wheels whirr so fast, Karen!

Where would you have gone with this ending?

See you for more dottiness tomorrow!

P.S If you would like me to write a ‘Facebook Fiction’ piece using one of your phrases, please submit it according to the rules outlined on this challenge page.  Thanks!

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Hiyeee!

Michelle commented on my challenge post on Facebook, and asked me to incorporate “defensive of his owner” into my story somewhere today.  I got out my light blue pen, and wrote:

“Never work with children or animals” – it’s a well-known adage for a freaking reason.  I’ve never really been around the former (not my quadrant) but the latter is definitely proven in my day to day.

Many beasts are territorial, squiffy about you going anywhere near their young (does that count as the children part?) or looking like you are about to pilfer their food; but today, TODAY I had to put up with ‘Sparky’ being particularly defensive of his owner. (Despite his ‘owner’ being petrified of him, and about 7 foot shorter than Sparky’s right leg)

Stealing eggs has been outlawed since 2047…

That some pillock thought to meld dino DNA with bats’ and canines’ (and that it worked) has always puzzled us Dragon Dousers.  Did they not watch the Jurassic Park movies??  They weren’t supposed to be rough blueprints of the future.  Dragons weren’t ever real for a reason.

They stink, for one thing.

Sparky was still a juvenile, and had been released into quadrant three’s holding pen in the dead of night last year.  Sparky was clever though and, unfortunately, had brought his pals along to ‘defend’ the old man too.

Rough day at the office, this.

I know the Jurassic park movies will be pretty old by 2047, but I’m sure they’ll still have some cult following? I loved the Godzilla movies growing up, for example.

I would tweak a few parts if the rules allowed, but I am quite chuffed that I managed to write a 199 word story in under 20 mins!  Technically I wrote more than that, but I correct stuff as I go along…see the picture comments in the challenge post if you need proof 😉

Thanks again for the fab contribution, Michelle 🙂 I hope you like where I went with it!

Karen’s phrase will be used tomorrow, so remember and keep an eye on the Facebook page, or follow me on Twitter to see what she gave me and if I manage to rise to the challenge 😉

I have seen a few notifications that I have more comments on my sticky post for the ‘Facebook Fiction’, too!!  Yaay, I shall get hubby to tell me who I need to allocate days to and I’ll keep going with the challenge as long as I have phrases to use 😀 I love that my readers are getting involved, the fastest way to develop my writing skills is to make it fun, and I am definitely enjoying myself!!

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Hi 🙂

Emma provided me with “she stroked it gently”. Interesting choice – I think you’ll agree there are a few possible storylines there!! 😛

Emma didn’t specify where I was to put the phrase, so I decided to make it my closing line, as it is the option I haven’t run with yet:

He had always loved her freezing hands.  He said she could calm any insecure thoughts with a simple caress.

Back in her retail days, a man had once commented that she should consider a career making butter, instead of inflicting her icy fingers on unsuspecting customers.  She’d felt like pelting him with the coins she was offering in change.  Greg had frowned at that story, kissed her palm and laid his cheek on it.

He quite often started at her chilly wrists and worked his nibbly way up her arm, across her neck…by the time he moved to elsewhere she was totally in his thrall.

Greg had always brought the best out in her, made her braver and able to smile through any misfortune.  She hoped she would always remember to keep as cool as her hands, in his honour.

Though his pain was now over, and her comfort could not be felt through expensive mahogany; the casket still held a piece of her heart.

She stroked it, gently.

I could be accused of mixing my tenses a little in the story, but I left it that way because I was thinking that we don’t always speak of the dead in the past tense when they are newly deceased; or when they meant a lot to us and we are in the throes of happy memories.  Plus it throws the reader off a little 😉

I have roped hubby into peeking at my next days’ phrases on the sticky post, but not telling me more than the name of the contributors and whether they have given me ‘positioning’ instructions or not! So I know it is Michelle’s turn to fire up my ‘Facebook Fiction’ tomorrow, but have no idea what she’s asked of me.

I’ve been heading to the comment section of the sticky post and telling the contributor when I’m beginning; then popping up a pic of my scribbles (again in the comments of my sticky post) after I’ve had my 20 min write time.  I usually manage to post the result of my labours on the blog by 10pm (all times GMT, as I am in Scotland).

Come visit the sticky post on Facebook and leave me a wee line to take me into the working week…please??  I’m only sorted up to Sunday and I’m loving the challenge too much to stop so soon!

I think I may have become a creative adrenalin junkie.

There, I said it.

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Hello there!

For today’s piece of ‘Facebook fiction’, I was given an opener by Sheelagh.  It reads:

“A seemingly authoritarian figure with a frosty manner, cultivated over many a lonely winter; secretly he longed for affection and friendship…”

How ‘cool’ is that?!

Despite having dawdled on the way home from school/nursery drop off, coupled with taking too long stuffing breakfast into my face, and my tech being obstinate as usual  (I’m looking at you, creaky phone.  Plus, don’t get me started on Mr Red ‘Grumpy Pants’ Laptop) I managed to have a lot of fun scribbling before I ran down the road with the buggy 😉

A seemingly authoritarian figure with a frosty manner, cultivated over many a lonely winter; secretly he longed for affection and friendship.  He hadn’t had any input in his creation, and felt bitter about that. Others had managed to turn a new page, taste a new life, live out their fantasies – but he had always been stuck there, mourning his fate.

Every attempt he’d made at conversation had been met with a chilly reception.  His disability kept him from venturing out.  It was hard to explain to others how it felt not to be mobile; not to be able to escape the confines of his allocated box.

He watched as a snowball flew out of frame (apparently narrowly missing Dashi from the Octonauts).  He couldn’t see who’d thrown it, but Bob the Builder had crept past and over the thick black line a few moments earlier.

Bob hadn’t even cast a smile at the snowman (embedded in a large ‘drift, wishing someone would think to draw him some legs…)

Did you guess where I was going with the story?!

I was thinking about a baddy in Blyton’s The Rat-A-Tat Mystery: he walks past the kitchen window, dressed as the children’s ‘Mr Icy-Cold’ (whom they had constructed a few days prior) and he gives the mistress of the house a shock. Raymond Briggs’ Father Christmas was flitting through my mind, too. I also rifled the pile of old magazines in Eldest’s room, to quickly decide on well-known characters to introduce…  There are great creative benefits to writing in a kid’s room, I thoroughly recommend it 😉

Thanks again to Sheelagh for starting me off today 😀

It is Emma’s turn tomorrow; Michelle is to be featured on Saturday, and Karen on Sunday (hubby confirmed there was a line for me, just not…what!)

Please hop over to the sticky post on my Facebook page and bagsy a day next week. What will you have me write about…?

This is toooo exciting *claps her hands*

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Hi 🙂

Today I changed the rules, and reworked my ‘sticky post’ on my Facebook page so my lovely followers could suggest a sentence to use in a very short story (that I had to construct in 20 mins); and also tell me whether the sentence should be:

1. The opening phrase
2. The closing line

Or

1. If I could use it anywhere in the story

Sandy stepped up first, and gave me this line to use: “unless by prior agreement”.  She left it to me to decide where I inserted it into my story, so I set 20 mins on the timer and got to work…

I hadn’t taken anyone with me.  That was my first mistake.  There would be many others, but…yeah.  No one to hold my hand, ask the right questions – remind me that everything would look better on the other side.

I’m not sure what was said afterwards.  I remember that the floor felt better than the chair.  Sturdier, stronger, less likely to shift beneath me.  It was reassuring to know it was still there.

I remember that the nurses all had perfume that competed, and made me feel a bit like I was on a sedate hen night.  They all talked at once, as I floated into bed.

It was morning. I was dazzled by the sunshine slanting through the blind.

My husband got a free parking pass; unheard of “unless by prior agreement”.  A nurse joked about my VIP status.  I wondered who to complain to – whether this situation meant I had to be ‘graceful’ for the rest of my days.

Strangely, I didn’t think of Jamie until the lunch trays arrived.  How jealous he’d be that I got to eat strawberry jelly on a Wednesday!

I couldn’t decide what exactly the backstory for this piece should be.  I was going to write ‘midwives’ at first, but I thought ‘nurses’ gave more scope for the reader’s imagination? 

My red spidery scrawl is littered with lines through words, but I feel I am using the word ‘that’ a lot this week.  It’s bugging me.

I can’t get away from my old pal alliteration, either.  Subconsciously scribbled sentences, saturated senseless with whispered words sporting similar sounds! Torture…

Thanks to Sandy for the inspiration!! Hope you like what I came up with 😉

Tomorrow it is Sheelagh’s turn.  I have not looked at her comment on the ‘sticky post’ further than where she indicates it is an opening line she has for me.  Don’t want to spoil my surprise before my writing session tomorrow…

Hop over to my page and add yourself to the little queue of brain sparks that is building in the sticky post!  I look forward to using your contribution in a future post…I’m stupidly excited about the whole challenge, truth be told. I will get a notification that you’ve posted a comment, but won’t look at it until your turn in the queue, so I can’t write stuff in my head from your phrase, days in advance and kinda cheat.  Cos where’s the nervous fun in that?!

What better motivator than someone depositing a completely random gift in my creative lap, and me having to make it fly in a crazily short space of time?! 😛  🙂

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Hello!

So! Between Facebook and Twitter (sorry for missing you out yesterday, Alice!) we had six participants in today’s collaboration; along with Emma’s request for a (very) short story.

I usually do a 15 minute write with nine words, so I did ten minutes with six and came up with the below…harder words today, but a great wee creative-mind gym 😉

Heroic  Squiggle  Laconic  Tautology  Misguided  Essence

He looked at me, obviously sure he’d just performed some heroic act, and I tried not to sigh.  I had grown his baby from a mere egg, to a squiggle of life, to a complex human form…and yet he struggled with doing up a cardigan’s buttons.

I knew my laconic response was full of my figurative tautology (and that nagging is always misguided) but my very life’s essence was leaking out of my feet that morning.

Our toddler chose that moment to amble through and launch herself into her father’s arms:

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”

The tired man smiled all over his stubbled face. 

Suddenly, in one bear hug, his hero status was restored.

Thanks to: Hannah, Katie, Jenny, Sarah, Michelle and Alice for the inspiration!

What shall we create tomorrow, dear readers?!

Come and visit my Facebook page, and see what challenge I have stuck to the top of it.  I’m thinking of changing it every week 😛

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Hello out there!

I was thinking about all the wonderful peeps who support my ramblings here. Most of them hang out on Facebook of an evening (around kid and dinner stuff, etc).  I usually use my Facebook page solely to post new content, but that kinda gets stale on your timeline after a while, doesn’t it?!

So I asked for one word to be commented from each of my Facebook readers, with the promise that I would construct a poem from the first nine.  I am happy to say I reached my quota pretty quickly, and the results are below 🙂 (nervous drumroll…)

Disassociate  Empathy  Magical  Charlatan  Reflective  Anomaly  Happy  Rainclouds  Error

I never quite disassociate myself

From that scared little girl

With blonde hair and glasses,

Not receiving empathy

For the wounds she couldn’t describe.

Partly stood in magical worlds

Where she was omnipotent;

It was hard to face a reality

Where her benevolent acts were shunned.

As she learned, the teenage her

Grew a charlatan shell

Only gaining soulfood

In a deep reflective trance.

A walking anomaly,

She felt distanced from happy

So embraced the rainclouds

And wrote of their flight.

And that was not an error;

She did it well, and now

Has taught herself to fly.

I think our bonding,

Through life gifted outside of our self,

Has served us very well.

Big hugs to: (in order of appearance) Sandy, Katie, Amanda, Donna, Emma, Jenny, Hannah, Stephanie and Michelle 😉 Great words…I only had seconds left to circle them at the end of my 15 mins!!

Hope you all approve of the outcome…!

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Hello!

Today’s is a familiar tale of a tortured soul, and her subsequent demise. Cue violin music, moody lighting, long dark hair, Emo clothing…

Standing  Wash  Increase  Stick  Oatmeal  Disappear  Fairies  Clip  Bath

I’m standing alone,

Wash the tears from my face

Increase of anxieties

Stick bad thoughts in place.

Your face over oatmeal

Makes hope disappear,

Away with the fairies?

You clip my wings here.

A bath fills with rubies:

A bottle of pills

A knife flashes silver

And my heart is stilled.

I was throwing out vocals for hubby’s songwriting yesterday, as he had asked me to, for part of his birthday present (inexpensive experience gift, and all that).  It was so much fun!! There was no set tune for either song, so I made it up as I went along.  He has about two years’ record of collaboration on the Kompoz site, so there has been a warm reception to our session, which is very flattering!!

We used a cheap mic from Amazon, with half the echo on, and made the MP3s through Audacity. 

Rust Belts is my attempt at soul, Isabella Belladonna is a more a nod to Leonard Cohen (if you click the links, you can access the songs through the thumbnail pic on the top left of the screen you get to). 

I just sang hubby’s lyrics the way I heard them in my head, and you’ll know (if you are a regular reader) that is a rather random place to spring from… 😉

Hope you enjoy Hubby’s hard work!!

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