Blog posts about NaNoWriMo – the annual November writing marathon.
I’ve finished the first one. Well, finished is a loose word. I mean I’ve finished the first draft of Omnia Suo Loco.
It’s a ghost story. Sort of. Anyway, it features a spooky statue that keeps moving.
I guess I should credit Dr Who and the Weeping Angels, but I didn’t set out to write a piece that included a moving statue. Funny how some stories just insist on writing themselves. Spooky!
One down, another one to go. #30days30shorts
Yesterday, I sat down to write the first draft of another short, short story of 1,000 words. My structure was very simple and the story brutally brief.
An old and fading photographer takes on a young man as an apprentice with a view to partnership. But that was 10 years ago, and the young man is still doing all the menial work, carrying all the heavy equipment… and he’s feeling pretty fed up. Continue reading “Another horrible murder for NaNo”
No, I’m not losing my memory.
It’s the title of my latest story.
At only 700 words, it’s a very short story, again written with a Writing Magazine competition in mind.
The inspiration was a wonderful novel written by Joe Brainard, called simply, I Remember, in which every paragraph begins with the words… ‘I remember’. Continue reading “Eleven things I don’t remember”
When a travelling monk seeks refuge in a monastery, he doesn’t expect to be accused of the theft of a precious holy relic.
Luckily, Brother Benjamin is blessed with a sharp mind and cleverly uncovers the real thief.
This #30days30shorts story was inspired by an information board overlooking a local field. It describes how an ancient priory once stood on the site, which housed the Friars of the Sack. Sadly, nothing much is known about the vanished priory, nor the monks who lived there. Continue reading “Monks and relics”
The task?
To weave these three words into a story:
1) bag
2) upload
3) cheese
I don’t like shopping, so collecting handbags has no appeal for me, but I read a newspaper article about a woman who went on a shoplifting spree and stole hundreds of designer bags, which she then put up for sale on the Internet. Turning this into a fiction piece allowed me to use two of the words above. Continue reading “Bags and bags and bags”
Ruth Livingstone 