Monday, October 31, 2011

Write on Wednesday #21 When the Musics Over

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Write On Wednesdays Exercise 21 Select a piece of music that reflects the mood of writing you'd like to aim for. Press play. Start free writing. Write the first words that come into your head. When the music's over, so is the writing. I'd recommend finding out how long the song is before you start the exercise. You may feel cheated in your writing time if you pick a song by The Ramones. Of course, if you feel like writing a short, punky piece by all means, go for it!


As the opening instrumental riff began to play the familiar song, we stood together with the surging crowd, my arm your support and happiness seemed to beam from within your soul. As Neil serenaded us with your favourite tune “Cracklin’ Rosie”, you squeezed my arm with all of your strength (and let’s face it at 80 that isn’t a heck of a lot of strength) and you solemnly declared that He wrote this song just for you! Dancing and swaying, smiling and laughing we enjoyed our night out together.  Having waited so many years for Neil to come, we were so glad he came to Australia not long after your 80th Birthday.

Seven years later Neil returned to Brisbane and sadly you had already passed, but I went and tears prickled as he played your song. I think you were still there by my side, dancing and swaying. Smiling and Laughing.  

Song: Cracklin' Rosie by Neil Diamond 
Length: 3 mins. 
Notes: This was quite difficult. I felt the song was nearly over before it even began! This piece has been quickly edited to make it flow a little better.
Linking up with Gill at Ink Paper Pen  

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Sense of Humour

When I was TTC baby number 1 (who is now 4) I always tried to keep up a good sense of humour (well humorous to me at least!) The ability to laugh at myself kept me sane in my moments of despair. This time around when TTC baby number 2 (did not happen - currently on self enforced 'mental' break) with everything that has been thrown at me, I lost my sense of humour. Nothing seemed funny. I couldn't see the bright side of any side. I just wasn't my usual funny self (my earlier writing attests to that). That was hard for me. I like to giggle at my own jokes (my husband rarely does... his sense of humour is vastly different to mine) I had to have a little giggle yesterday with my friend over something so remotely absurd it's ridiculous to even think - let alone contemplate coming true.

  • I'm on the Birth Control Pill.

  • I completed a full course of antibiotics.

  • A day later I got really sick (think Gastro... BOTH ends! Gross)

  • We took a little tumble (so to speak) somewhere between those 24 hours *blush*

Wouldn't it be funny if I now find myself pregnant. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH... see it's so laughable I have to well... laugh!

It feels good to have my warped sense of humour back! They do say laughter is the best medicine ;)

And for the official record - I am not pregnant! Nor do I expect to be. This is just a random thought that flicks through my mind LOL

Saturday, October 29, 2011

When do you write?

We had a great theory last night: go to bed later than normal so we could hope to alleviate that early morning wake up! In theory it sounded perfect. In reality it didn't work. I woke at 4:50am and am so tired. It didn't help that I struggled to fall asleep. I was tired. So very tired. My mind on the other hand was all aflutter, between finally deciding on a quilt design that has been just out of my reach for the past few weeks to thinking of all the things I want to write about, it was whirling 100 miles an hour. I should have gotten out of bed and written some of my thoughts down, to siphon them off. Yet I didn't, I tossed and turned and wrote and re-wrote things in my head vowing to get up first thing this morning and write them all down.

Well wouldn't you know it - those wonderful thoughts and ideas went AWOL this morning... figures!

Usually I only ever write in my journal of a night time, it is my down time and it gets things off my chest before I fall sleep. However with my descriptive pieces such as one for WOW or 5 Sentence Friday or the writing I do for my course, I find I need to complete them through the day. While my thoughts are awake and churning, otherwise if I do like I did last night (writing them just before bed) then my mind doesn't have time to come down off that high I guess you could call it and I find myself wide awake.

I had a grand plan to write up my NaNoWriMo plan for November (now as an aside... I am NOT committing per say. I am attempting it. I figure while I'm on a roll I may as well keep going and writing and this is the perfect opportunity to do that. If I get a decent word count I will be happy, but I am not putting too much pressure on myself to get this.) The only problem is my plans that sounded so good in my head are now lost in my dreamland and I don't know where to start with it all. I have 20 mins spare now, while my daughter has a late afternoon kip on the lounge, so I am off to plan and prepare. Wish me luck!!!

Friday, October 28, 2011

Write on Wednesday #20 I thought I saw...

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Write On Wednesdays Exercise 20 Write the words " I thought I saw" at the top of your page. Set a timer for 5 minutes. Write the first words that come into your head after the prompt. Don't take you pen off the page (or fingers off the keyboard). Stop only when the buzzer rings! Do this exercise over and over if you wish. Write beyond 5 minutes if you like, you can link it up as an extra post.

I thought I saw Santa Clause. Footsteps stomping noisily down the hallway. Rolling my eyes to the sides, careful not to move my head lest the nurse come running, I caught a small glimpse of red. Tears filled my eyes, momentarily glazing my vision. One lone teardrop teetering upon my lashes, tumbled over and left a salty trail upon my temple before pooling in my ear. My vision cleared and everything was red. Santa in his bright red suit, snow white wiry beard stood peering down upon me and a smile of recognition twinkled in his eyes.

"We meet again little Rosie"

Smiling sweetly at the magical vision "Did my letter arrive santa? Please, please say you will give it to me for christmas!"

Confusion flickered across his face as he started to speak, but he was interrupted by a delicate whisper,

"My wish Santa. This Christmas I want to go home to my mum"

Five Sentence Friday #4 Horror

WARNING!!! Graphic content

What its all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the inspiration word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just take your inspiration from that word.

This week’s inspiration word is: HORROR

Squealing rubber upon the burning hot tarmac.
Sunblazed metal against metal, welding and meshing as one.
Stark white bones piercing delicate cream skin.
Steadily dripping blood, pooling and coagulating in the heat.
Silence decends momentarily, eerie and still broken by sobbing screams.

Although I considered doing a halloween inspired piece, these words chose themselves. Most likely because my own accident (from years ago) has been on replay in the depths of my mind, it has been surfacing and needs facing. I do apologise if this piece is too much?

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Slowly, slowly!

After the week I had last week with my daughter being sick (gastro) being on antibiotics for a sinus infection, sinus issues, lack of sleep, blah, blah and blah... This week in theory should have been kinder toward me. But it hasn't. I found myself awoken at 4am on Sunday morning with a bad bout of Gastro (a full week since my daughter had it, so am convinced it is unrelated) I won't bore you with the ins and outs (pardon the pun) of it all; but let's just say it is now Thursday and I still feel like hell and the sinus headache appears to have returned. Sigh.

So if I was struggling last week, I'm struggling more so this week. All I want to do is eat yet I find nothing to interest me. I miss eating. It's the one thing I do well at. Sigh.

Today after a 2 1/2 week absence, I pulled out my collage folders and got to work on some writing. I highly doubt it is any good and with this niggling sinus headache, I am loathe to go back and re-read it. Fortunately I am at a point in my tutorial that calls for writing exercises. Ten minutes of unconscious stream, thoughts and words. A very effective way to get back into it after the enforced mini break. I find if I neglect my writing for too long, it becomes harder and harder to return to it with the same zest, so I am doubly glad I made that effort today to write.

So I'm going slowly, slowly. I'm hoping that I am 100% for NaNoWriMo which I fully intend to actually TRY this year (we won't mention last year where I think cold feet saw me not even putting pen to paper :o ) This year I would like to keep churning out snippets of my Big story (if you've been following WOW, it will be THAT story I am continuing) so if all goes according to plan, you might see me lurking in here, possibly even sharing small snippets of what I'm writing behind the scenes and hopefully {hopefully) re-joining WOW for next weeks exercise, since it appears I have missed this week YET again! Whoops!

Friday, October 21, 2011

Forgive me...

I'm struggling. Between constant sinus headaches (eased since starting antibiotics, but started up again this afternoon) teary PMT like feelings and getting yet another blasted breakthrough bleed *insert really bad profanity here* I've just not had the headspace spare to post nor make any comments on fellow WOW posts (I am really sorry... I go to read and lose focus) I didn't even manage this weeks WOW.

I've not been writing either. Too much sickness, my daughter got sick which resulted in spending half a night up with her. Three days later I am still feeling exhausted.

With the consistent bleeding I have been getting... let's see 60 days on continuous BCP I've had about 19 days of 'breakthrough' bleeding - considering CONTINUOUS means I shouldn't be getting ANY at all, I'm pretty peeved off. My Doctor has advised to wait until I finish at least 5 packets before considering changing brands. But that means making my body re-adjust to a different dosage of the pill and thus making it another 3 months of trial and error. Although I have not been getting pain (which OMFG is such a blessing in disguise) it is still really irritating. I'm exhausted. earlier this week, I dropped the girl off at daycare came home and crawled back into bed :( I'm starting to think that my iron levels might be a bit depleted but since I've heard horror stories of iron tablets, I have decided to try the daily Berocca + Multi-vitamins to see how they go.

It probably doesn't help that LIFE has gotten rather busy of late. I ended up cancelling a play-date today and spent the day vegging out around home with my girl. I'm behind in everything, but have been crafting which makes me HAPPY, so I guess all's not too bad ;)

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Write on Wednesday #18 Make it Better

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A quick intro on this week's writing task! See more here!
The Write On Wednesday Rules: Get creative with the writing exercises - there isn't a right or wrong. Please do try to visit the other members of Write On Wednesdays and leave a comment of support and constructive criticism.

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 18 - Look through your previous WoW posts (or select a short writing piece that you would like to work on). Read through your piece carefully and let's attempt to make it better. Look for redundant words, cliches or overused phrases. Chop and change. This is not an exercise in word count, it's not about simply whittling it down. Make it a better piece of writing. Post your original and edited piece. THEN, throw it to the*wolves. Ask for advice from WoWers. With help you can make your writing shine. ** This article on criticism may help you get your brave on.

I have chosen to re-visit week 14 the Mighty, mighty Rewrite (see my original post here ) because I originally mis-understood the prompt and re-wrote the opening chapter to that particular book, NOT changing it to be my book. So here it is again following my weekly storyline!   


My re-write...

It wasn't a very significant place, it could be easily missed at first glance. A one bedroom shack, built from local timbers in 1910; bare and tiny, with a faded sheet draped across the window and a rusted out wash tub residing in the corner. Florence herself old beyond her time, was welcoming of Agnes lingering in the modest doorway with a bag of potatoes and a jug of milk she had brought from her own farm further down the mountain.   

Monday, October 10, 2011

Five Sentence Friday #1

Lillie McFerrin, one of the lovely girls in our Write On Wednesday group has started a new weekly writing exercise. Be sure to swing by her blog to check it out and why don't you join us? It's five sentences from a one word inspiration. Written on Fridays. This suits me as I don't usually have the time to write later in the week & I needed something small to commit to; this seems to be exactly what I need.  


Words once spoken were joyous to behold,

Shared by her kindly Doctor, usually concerned.

Finally allowed to go home; forever he told.

As excitement flooded her body she yearned,

To tell her mum she was no longer interned.

This is following on with my usual weekly WOW storyline, I chose to attempt an English Quintain (honestly... I really have no idea what I'm doing here & this is my first real attempt at poetry. It's been something I have been wanting to try for me personally for a while now) feel free to give me some Constructive Criticism!   

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Write On Wednesday #17 - Choose your own Adventure

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Write On Wednesdays Exercise 17: This week, we are going with Karen's idea for an open choice week. So take a look at the old writing exercises (you can find them listed in my sidebar: WoW Writing Exercises), find one you'd like to try (or retry!) and link it up to the linky below. Short and simple instructions this week. If time is an issue perhaps you would like to try one of the 5 minute stream of consciousness exercises.

Shaking the water droplets from her worn brown coat. She slung it over the chair aside the front door and entered the small cabin. The scent of freshly baked bread incensed her nasal passage and her belly growled in response, it had been a long time between meals. She wasn’t yet home, but this was as far as she could go for one night. Far better than pushing herself higher up into the mountain only to be welcomed by a cold and empty cabin.

Shoulders slumped forward, body aching from the travel she had endured, she forced her legs to cross the few remaining steps before sinking into the hard wooden bench of the long table filling the middle of the nearly bare room.

At the sink peeling potatoes, her sister Abigail glanced up, taking in the pale complexion and deep black bags under her eyes she murmured “Guessing you’ll be stayin’ the night with us love?”

Tears threatening to spill over, she could do no more than nod her head.

“Reckon we’ll need a few more spuds to ‘ave enough for you then” Abby declared, looking into the pot and seeing not nearly enough to feed the family plus one more. She couldn’t very well knock her back though? Her own sister - it was unheard of.

Fiddling with a hole that had formed above the hem of her dress and knowing it would need to be re-sewn when she finally made it home, she fidgeted and shared the latest news with her sister.

“The Doctor reckons she needs Radium Abby,” she said, her voice breaking. A sob burst forth, erupting from deep in her belly, wrapping her in a cocoon of pain. She had held herself together for so many days, not wanting her baby girl to realise the enormity of the situation. Here though, in her sisters’ quaint cabin she could finally let go the anguish that had been building for days. Rubbing her wet hands on her stained and yellowing apron, Abby took the three steps between them and took her sister in her arms. Holding her as the grief of emotion came rolling out between great wracking sobs and streaming salty tears. Her body shook as drew her sisters’ grief away. Steady arms, muscled and recently tanned from the relentless Queensland sun, she held tight until her younger sister had cried a river. Feeling guilty that she had worried about spuds of all things, when a small life was at stake.    


This week Write on Wednesday (WOW) Gill said it was Choose your own Adventure week. As I missed several weeks of WOW, I chose to revisit one I hadn't previously done and that was Week 9 Think with Character. This little story is continuing on from my previous 2 weeks and I am greatly enjoying setting up little scenes and continuing on. I apologise though if you find it a little disjointed, it is all one greater story and at the moment I am bouncing back and forth between times in it. This piece is continued on directly from a previous piece and is set sometime in the early 1930's. It's obvious I need to do a lot more research, but for now I'm really enjoying these small tales. Hope you enjoy!

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 9 - Think with Character. Choose a character from your writing posts. You can still do this exercise if you are new to WoW - select a character from another piece of your writing or simply work through the exercise from scratch.   Now, think about the character in regards to their: gender, age, occupation, physical appearance and mood at this moment. Is your character in the city, the country, inside or outside? Do they live in rich or poor surroundings? Alone or with others? Answer all, some or one of these questions. Now, set your timer for 5 minutes and write the first words about your character that come into your head. Stop when the buzzer rings. This may be one week where you feel you need to throw the timer and take your time. Do whatever works for you. You may also like to consider: Complexion, Style of dress, Hair colour/style, Speaking voice and likely vocabulary, Strengths/Weaknesses, Mannerisms

OR for a different approach

* Look at how your character fits into quotes like the one at the top of my page. For example, what does YOUR character do when nobody's looking? You can find more quotes about "Character" here.


Sunday, October 2, 2011


Remember this post?

Or this one?

It's back again. I've literally had ONE week. Two days of uncontrollable PMT. Another day of bleeding. FML. I'm starting on the third packet of BCP tomorrow night. Needless to say the fingers are crossed that this will balance my cycle out once and for all... though quietly I think I am dreaming ;)

In sheer desperation last night, I pulled down numerous containers of vitamins littering my 'medicine' cupboard and found a half used container of Vitamin B6 - still in date. I started them last night in the hopes that it will help to balance the PMT. Heaven knows I need something, though today has been marginally better but then hubby is home & acting as a buffer, I struggle when I'm home alone with the child and dog as there is no down time nor any alone time. I ended up taking myself off to bed and watching a show by my lonesome last night and after 2 barcardi's the quiet time was relished! Today everything seems better. And hey if all else fails with the B6 and mood swings, the extra B6 in my system will hopefully keep those blasted midgies and mozzies at bay.