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Today’s prompt: Write about a character that always says, “I don’t want to bother you, but…” I’ve chosen a character from my WIP, who would definitely say this. It’s not so much a story, as an internal monologue, as to the reason he begins sentences this way. He’s a sad kid. Hope you like it! … Continue reading A Burden
Today's prompt: Write about your antagonist as a baby. Describe him through his mother’s eyes. This may not make much sense, since you don't know really anything about my current manuscript, but I thought it'd be a good exercise anyway. I might do more things like this, especially in the lead up to, and during, … Continue reading The Antagonist
Last year, I watched a lecture series on YouTube by Brandon Sanderson, of Mistborn and Stormlight Archives fame. It was really brilliant, and I highly recommend it. There were hundreds of little nuggets o' wisdom in there. But I always come back to one thing he said. A student asked if he'd ever faced any … Continue reading Is this for me?
Author's Note: Today's prompt was to write a story with a countdown, starting at ten and ending at zero. Well, I tried that. And then I played around with it. And this is the result. I like the idea of time progressing, but you as a reader can decide if it's been years or months … Continue reading Time
Author’s Note: Today’s prompt: "Hatred is the absence of love." Again, I just let the words flow, and I think I like it. Please do let me know what you think. Hatred. When I think of it, I imagine red. Fiery red in the jealous eyes of an admirer. Blood red in the tainted heart of … Continue reading Absence of Love
Imposter Syndrome is a real thing. When it takes hold of you, it attempts to convince you that you don’t know what you’re doing, that you’re not really a writer, that everyone else is much more talented than you, that you have no business pretending you’re a writer, that you should just give up. But … Continue reading You are a writer.
I’ve been wearing glasses since I was only ten. I still remember the moment I realised I needed them. I was watching the AFL – I don’t remember who was playing; my memory isn’t that good – and I asked my mum, “What’s the score?” She looked at me funny, and said, “Why are you … Continue reading “I Can See Clearly Now…”
