Could NaNo help the world’s worst procrastinator? Or did it flop worse than a drunk and boneless chicken?
That’s me dead. At least, I should be dead – there’s a heck of a lot of blood gushing from my guts. Or from the gaping wound which used to be my guts. It’s funny, isn’t it, you think some dread disease’ll carry you off, or you’ll be bored to death by Saturday night telly,… Continue reading That’s Me Dead
Doreen’s invited work friends to her first birthday celebration for many years. She’s got everything ready, and she’s excited.
The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window slid down to reveal grinning white teeth in a tanned face.
‘Terribly sorry,’ said the driver, ‘but I’m lost…
A prose poem about my Christmases past… Feeling special, wanted, loved, just on that one day a year.
I’m fascinated by characters who are, underneath, nothing like their surface appearance. But then I suppose we’re all a bit like that? A short character study.
Do your words flow effortlessly onto the screen or page, or does your inner critic stifle your every effort? Some tips on how to tiptoe round her (or him) and get those words written.