Some of these are titles I have already used, and some are new.
- The Quack
- Gothic Pathway
- The Valentine Torment
- Senseless Suicide
- Love, Loss and CP
- Head Strong
- Promises and Lies
- Death By Christmas
- Through The Eyes Of A Loved One
- In God We Trust
Some of these are titles I have already used, and some are new.
Hi everyone, I have recently been looking for some kind of writing plan to get my creative juices going, and I came across this blog post
The 12-Day Plan Writing plan
Write 10 potential titles. For novels that you’d like to write about.
Create a new character. His personality traits should be loaned from someone you love. However, his physical characteristics should be of someone you don’t care for at all.
Write a setting taken from the most beautiful place you’ve ever seen or visited.
Contact an agent, letting him know wonderful you are.
Write a 20-line poem about a memorable moment in your life.
Choose a book on your bookshelf and pick 2 chapters at random. Take the 1st line of one chapter and the last line of the other. Then write a short story, about 1000 words, using those as bookends to your story.
Write a letter to yourself! Yes, you read right! Let yourself know about what you need to improve in the next six months.
Write again a fairy tail from scratch using the bad guy’s point of vew
Turn on your TV. Write down the first sentence that you hear. Close your TV and start writing a story based on it.
Visit a public place and spend some time there. Eavesdrop on a conversation and turn it into a short love story (no matter how much you have to twist what they say).
It is time to write the acknowledgments page that you will place in your first, or next, published book. Do not forget to thank all the people who have helped you along the way.
Collect everything you’ve penned over the previous 11 days. Choose your favorite one. Edit it, polish it and either attempt to get it published or posted on the Web to share it with the world. Feel proud of yourself and your work.
So for the next three weeks I shall be taking on these challenges from Mondays to Fridays and posting what I have done on my blog.
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As I sit here now on my flight home I can barely believe this day has arrived. It has been 12 months since I saw you and dad, as well as my beautiful Gemma and baby boy Jack. No one could of prepared me for how hard it has been. As I look around me now and I see all my friends eager to reach our homeland I can’t help but notice those that didn’t make it, James, Mark, Kevin and so many more. What a bittersweet celebration it will be, even though I shall see you in just a few hours I wanted to be able to write you this letter and have the joy of delivering it myself.
With eternal thanks to you for the letters and calls you sent me which kept me going.
Your little soldier
WORD COUNT 144
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for this weeks ‘Friday Fictioneers’ Take a look and see what you can do Highly recommended!
I haven’t written a post on my blog for a few days now, as more and more work is coming forward for me. It is a great that this is happening but I do not want to neglect my blog, or my readers.
I am going to be more proactive with keeping on top of my blog posts from now on, but I wondered what people thought of my blog so far? I still don’t feel like it has a strong enough theme running through it, so I was wondering if people could give me some advice.
As you know I really enjoy my weekly challenges but I feel like there should be more, the freelance work I have been doing at the moment includes a lot of article writing. Do you think I should add some of this style writing to my blog or should I stick to the creative side, with my short stories and poetry?
There is no right or wrong answer to this I am just intrigued at what other people thought, especially those of you who have had a blog for a long time. If you have a chance please leave me a message and tell me what you think? I look forward to hearing from you.
This is a story I wrote for a previous Sunday Photo Flash Fiction challenge, but I also produced a longer version which I would like to share. I hope you enjoy the read!
The Climax 15B6
I have never been to an auction before but after hearing about the sudden death of my hero and mentor Dr James Cash, the world renowned scientists of my generation, I knew I had to go and see what the greedy family was auctioning off of his top inventions. On arrival I saw all the blood thirsty animals who were there to scrounge all his famous ideas, which we all knew they were going to sell as their own. You see Dr James Cash was never in it for the money, he was just a mere tutor who invented many outstanding inventions from his basement at home. The only people that really got to see these inventions where his closest students, which is why it was so disturbing when his secrets were revealed to the world. How could somebody so close to this dear old man insult him by outing his most famous work, especially when we all knew how ill he was. But whatever the treacherous person’s intentions were they would never actually now the true worth of all his work, people like me who idolised this clever, decent, hard-working man listened to everything he said in the hope of just learning a little of his outstanding knowledge. I used to spend hours with him, to the annoyance of most of his other students, and helped him a lot in his later life. I was honoured to do so as this little old man, whom was extremely ill, had taught me to be the scientist I am today, his family towards the end treated him like a mere batty old man. But then again they always felt this way about him anyway.
The secret that was spilt out to the world was regarding his greatest invention, The Climax 15B6 which he was working on for many years. This stunning little piece of equipment was able to turn a grain of sand into gold, he was hoping to use it for the greater good, making money for special charities in need of assistance. He got the idea whilst watching his wife cook a stew one day, he was thinking how with all the herbs, spices, salt and pepper she was putting in, it would never end up tasting like a stew because it had metamorphosed into a pulp of multi-coloured bits which had fermented from overheating.
He had gone down to his basement and thought how this overheating metamorphosis would be possible for other things, for months he had tried different concoctions of melting together different metals and minerals to see what would happen. Unfortunately, and to the relief of his wife’s ears after many different explosions, with no great success he was going to have to give up. They had just got back from holiday when he was going to pack up all of his equipment when he noticed some sand left in his shoe from the beach. He does not know why to this day but he decided to put the sand in the mixture to see what would happen and as he did he was astounded to find that the outcome was a clump of sand plated in a shimmering gold. What a break through!
He decided he needed to try this again but at a much higher temperature, he made model after model of robotic gadgets that would withhold this extreme heat without malfunctioning. He needed to get it to at least 700c to turn the sand to gold all the way through, he tried and tried until he finally solved it. He used the gadget to heat the sand with charcoal, and sodium nitrate up to a whopping 700c and the results was a big clump of solid gold. His invention was completed only 3 months before he became extremely ill and only 4 months before he was devastated by the news of the leakage of his findings, he put all his inventions away so no-one could find them. But sadly after his passing, his family, who were extremely selfish decided to use his newfound misplaced fame to set up this auction in order to claim the money they felt James had cheated them from all these years. Sitting here now watching everyone piled in to this little auction house and watching them bring in all of his hard work one by one, is heart-breaking. Each time the gavel slams down hard on the wooden block my heart melts for Dr James Cash, their goes his atom splitter, now his recyclable rubbish blender, each one going for more and more money starting from £100,000. Tenth invention in and the diamond earring maker which he made for his wife is sold for £500,000. To think he worked so hard on these and yet his wife and children can discard of them as easily as his life ended. When it gets to the final invention everyone is on the edge of their seat, this was the one, this is the invention everybody was here for. The one that made him famous in the worst way possible, this was its greatest discovery. The Climax 15B6 took centre stage and everybody was on their feet in wonder, the bidding started at £600,000 and slowly crept up as everybody’s hands shot in the air. It soon reached a million but still hands were rising, the final bidder had been reached at a crazy £4.5 million and the gavel slammed down. As everybody was leaving, the winner of The Climax 15B6 came over to me to apologise for my loss ‘he was a good man’ he said ‘but he never knew his own worth and so would never have used his inventions for what they were best used for’ at that moment I knew this man was the one who told the world about my friend and devastated his whole career.
As I walked from the auction house and strolled to my car, my thoughts were on my dear friend. I drove to my house and went in my basement, in the far corner was a big chest with a serial lock bolted on the front. I moved the serial numbers to their correct positions 15B6. I lifted up the lid and there was a handwritten letter looking up at me.
‘To my dearest and most loyal friend, you have been an inspiration to me over the last few months, as I have hopefully been for you over the years you were a student. When I go I know they are going to sell everything and deep down, I really don’t mind. I know you feel my family has treated me badly, but I can see how I have treated them unfavourably too. All these wonderful inventions of mine could of kept us in good wealth for many a year, but they don’t realise that I wanted them for the greater good not for our own benefit. Let them take everything, they do deserve that, but to you my loyal friend I would like you to keep one thing of mine and use it for what it was made for. Take care and good luck.’
Underneath the letter is the wonderful, real, climax 15B6. Boy do I wish I could be a fly on the wall when the winning bidder realises he has just spent £4.5 million on a dummy model. Karma is a wonderful thing!
– THE END –
This week Trifectra asks for 33 to 333 of your own words inspired by the following word – MANIPULATE.
To touch, to mould, to change, to incubate,
To scold, to punish, to bully, to manipulate.
To bruise, to harm, to fix, to educate,
The perfect person in which you cultivate.
To have and to hold, till death you illustrate.
But now your left with no one to intimidate,
Because leaving was the last thing you ever anticipate.
You try to change things, you try to communicate.
But the damage you did, you wont ever vindicate.
– THE END –
Well I think I am getting on my way to becoming the freelance writer I wanted to be, after a lot of research on what I would need to get myself well-established I think I have achieved most of them. The first thing I was advised to do was look into getting a blog going… And well, I don’t have too point out the obvious, as you know, this is my blog!
The next step on my journey was to find myself some work, so I bit the bullet, faced my fears of rejection and created myself a work profile on both Peopleperhour and Elance. Although this was scary, I am pleased to announce they have paid off. The work is a steady stream and the feedback I’m getting is very pleasing.
Once this began, I then looked and little bit deeper into what else I could be doing in order to get myself more established, everything you read pointed to one thing… Social media! Everything revolves around the Internet now, if you want to know about someone, what’s the first thing you do? You Google them! This is not just what people do when they are bored at home, companies and perspective job opportunities actually use these methods of finding out more about people they may want to employ. Especially if you are a freelance writer, you need a good social media existence. So I created a Facebook page, twitter and LinkedIn account, as well as setting up my own website.
I can really see myself coming together now through my fears of failure by putting my stamp out there and showing people what I can achieve, I don’t feel this is being too eager or that I am getting ahead of myself (which I was terrified of feeling). I just think it symbolises me, as a writer, making myself known to people.
So my blogging friends, I would appreciate your feedback on what I have achieved. I invite you to take a look at the link’s above and let me know what you think of them, how they could be improved… Or any feedback in general really. Good or bad!
If like me you do a lot of work on Microsoft Word, you will notice that every time you open a new document the default settings are as followed. Font Calibri (body), Font Size 11 with single spaced lines. If also, like me, this really frustrates you as you have to spend precious writing time altering the settings each and every time, whether it be before or afterwards, it can certainly get tiresome. But fear not my friends, I have found a way of changing these default settings on Microsoft word.
Some people may have already figured this out, but for the people whom haven’t, here is a little guide for you to follow. (For Microsoft 2013 only)
You can modify in whichever way you want, I modified mine to the standard manuscript distribution format, Times new Roman – 12 – double spacing. But you could modify it to whatever you want, it is quick and easy to do. I hope this helps you as much as it helped me. Enjoy!
By Liz Daniels
Everywhere around me, every corner, every inch and every sound radiates the essence of me. The memories and stories these walls hold could never go away surely.
When I’m gone what happens then? If I can’t imagine the next person not feeling and sensing my own history in these bricks and mortar how will it be when I move?
What would be worse? Not sensing the previous owner’s history within its walls and having the luxury of feeling the walls are a blank canvas to make my own, with new memories and stories. But this would have the added insult of the knowledge that the next tenant, in my old home, would be able to just as easier clear away my presence in my home of 12 years.
Or the scary concept of moving into a new house and it not feeling like my own home as the feeling of a previous presence, with its own history and memories still lingering, but with the comfort that my own home, my old friend, won’t betray me by letting go of its memory of me?
What a scary concept both seem to be, or am I just living in denial that such objects could hold such important human feelings. After all what makes a home? Is it the bricks and cement which cradles your life, history and memories? Is it the items that are held within the building which has helped you live in such a comforting way? Or is it all in your own head, and the idea of the connection between the structure and items held within them are just the human way of connecting life together within a sense of grounding and being physical.
These feelings seem too intense to stay stored inside a single head; I maybe just over analysing a single thought but a single thought can spiral out of control. I need to wrap my head around this; it was my desire to move, my hopes and wishes for something bigger and better with more freedom to grow and move on from sad and hard times. After all not all the memories where happy, there have been quite a few which I would never like to relive again but they did all help to mould the person I am today.