I’d lost track of how long I’ve been at this blogging thing. But WordPress told me last week. I’ve been writing at Gin & Lemonade for six years. Well. That makes me want to apologise that my last post before this was a muddy puddle. But I won’t, because y’know, cute kid. Someone asked me recently how I was doing. ‘Yeah, she’s two.’ ‘I know,’ said my friend, in Edinburgh, on the phone, in a building where I used to…
And so, my alone time didn’t help much yesterday. Too quiet. Not enough kid. However, I have three new sentences that I didn’t have this time yesterday. They are mostly about ice cream. Because we start where we are. Today started with coffee and pancakes. After Isla climbed into bed with us and farted in my face. Thanks, kid. I’ve decided that that’s not a metaphor for the rest of the day. Today’s the kind of day where the TV…
If we were having coffee, we’d be hiding in the kitchen while Isla counts the balls in her ball pit and Neil plays the shit out of Isla’s toy guitar. You’d be convincing me that I can write a mystery on a wharf including a dog collar for NYC Midnight’s Flash Fiction Challenge. While I do feel better about this assignment than the Short Story Challenge, it would seem that the only story elements I can work with these days…
Since we moved in we’ve had a gas leak, the washing machine won’t drain, the toaster blew a fuse. And today, the boiler has packed in. But it’s still our house. And apparently, it’s well, sensitive. So. Leave it alone. Unless you’d like to come and fix the heat. Actually, the same guy who fixed our farting stove two weeks ago is making another trip to fix the heat. Don’t worry, he knows where we live. In other news, we…
And so, I said yesterday all the days that I want to write more. This is how I’m going to do it. Write 500-1,000 words a day. Fiction or non-fiction. Story or essay. Read a book a week. Doing Book Riot’s Read Harder Challenge to help with this. Although, I really don’t need any help with this one! Write/Draft one complete short story a week. From a prompt or my, um, archives. Open to story sparks, if you’d care to…
