early onset plot holes
...dainty Gladys, the Light of Bethnal Green, who graciously sacked her personal maid and took up hemming her own linens and taught temperance songs to the grubby locals...
Topic
writing
A collection of 12 issues
not a story not about time travel
I know I have an idea. I know I already have a thousand ideas and if I do something to them others will turn up. Writing prompts are already ideas. A story generator only gives you something to DO to an idea you already have.
Today it says 'This
across the bus
There's a girl across the bus and all I can see is yellow sleeves, white hands and a pound of silver rings
Are they the rings you put on every day, I don't ask, or do you choose the mood from a dish of a dozen
my indulgences are earth, now
it's spring again and the plum blossom is dropping messy metaphors all over my walk.
I am at least a year older than I was this time last year and possibly more.
my indulgences are earth, now
time spent away from my desk
time spent more answering
time
a sonnet on capital, because why not
I'm far too old to say I don't fit in. I pay for music, have a favourite knife; I clean the shower tray and change the bin on Sunday nights - a regulated life.
I'm far too rich to say I don't
W9: writer's block
Early Friday morning the Big Spoon caught me brainstorming Noor's story again. This isn't the current story, I said, this is the one after the one about the flood, which is next. And he said, very gently, if this is the story you keep coming back
week 5: coughing on Kindle
I was so sure I was going to write four pages a day of fiction all of January. I finished Owl, which was good, which meant I could publish Three Stories Not About Birds, and then I started on the rewrites of Lark's Guests and lost my momentum.
w02: 6th-12th January
Woke too early Monday from a bad dream about shopping crowds. Morning pages and fiction pages went fine, bus and work went well, errands in the city were successful but scattered my brain, and then when I was nearly home and buying milk a woman looked at my boots and
w1: 30 December - 5 January 2020
The Girl in the Plain Brown Wrapper (Travis McGee #10) (library)
Monday morning at work it was finally dry and still enough to get some glyphosate on the weeds on the path, and I'm promised that once they've died I shall be allowed to use the
w48: 25 November to 1 December
Monday morning I woke up before my alarm and swept the guinea pig run and did a sinkful of hand laundry before the Big Spoon or the puppy were up. When we all live in a farmhouse together this is going to be how it's going to be.