Here I Go Again…

It’s been A WHOLE YEAR since I last visited Barbed Words.  In my defence, it’s been a very busy year.  I moved house, changed jobs…actually, that’s pretty much it so, let’s face it, I’ve just been rubbish.

Anyway, not much writing has occurred, despite having joined a new writing club.  Unless writing Twitter posts count? I’m doing some social media stuff for a small charity, which means spending a lorra, lorra time on Twitter…ploughing through a lorra, lorra crap to find a shiny nugget to retweet.

But, now I’m back and I plan to pick up my neglected story which I started during last year’s NaNoWriMo and finish the damn thing.  The members of my writing group are obviously far too nice and need to become a lot meaner, the literary equivalent of Simon Cowell or Paul Hollywood, and start kicking my butt.

So to get my brain back into creative mode, I’ve gone for a nice, short Three Line Tale.

three line tales, week 144: people on a bath through fields of red bushes

Lady in Red 

After four years’ scrimping and saving, a lifetime’s dream had finally been realised and I was in Japan, gazing at the glowing red sea of the Kochia plants: an amazing autumnal display of Mother Nature at her finest, a truly awe-inspiring sight which would surely fill with joy the heart of anyone who saw it. 

Unless, of course, they were sneezing uncontrollably and their itchy eyes had swollen up so much that the breathtaking scene was just a red blur.  

‘Again, I’m so sorry I forgot to pack your hay fever tablets, Jane,’ said my husband, David. ‘This is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life.  But don’t worry, I’ve taken some really good photos for you.’ 

Well, it’s a start.  In the meantime, good luck to everyone taking part in NaNoWriMo.

 

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Don’t Go Breaking My ‘Art… #3LineTales

Back to work tomorrow…noooooooooo!  How is possible that I didn’t win the lottery or get snapped up by an agent in the last six weeks??  The summer has flown by, mostly spent editing the finer details of my murder mystery (would you flee the country if you thought your witness protection identity had been blown?) and writing lots of flash fiction like the Three Line Tale below.

Don’t Go Breaking My ‘Art

I’d spent twelve hours folding and shaping the delicate paper into hundreds of tiny cranes, my fingers burning with the strain of the repetitive task but, at last, I had enough for my final project, the culmination of three years’ study embodied in a powerful comment on modern politics: a group portrait of world leaders with the cranes glued to look like they were flying overhead – each depositing a torrent of crap.

I left the studio and headed home, exhausted but buoyant, knowing that I had merely to stick the cranes into position to meet tomorrow’s lunchtime deadline.

‘Bloody hell, these stupid students can’t even be bothered to tidy up after themselves,’ said Bobby, the janitor, as he swept the scraps of paper off the table into a bin bag, scrunching up the coloured cranes and emptying a box of used paints on top of them, ‘don’t worry, I’ll clear up the rubbish, shall I?’

Merry Christmas? #3LineTales

It’s been a busy few weeks while we’ve been off for the summer holidays. I sent my children’s book to several agents…I can now consider myself alongside the likes of JK Rowling as I’ve had my first rejection email!  Woohoo!

I’m currently working on a ‘cosy mystery’ novel, trying to fix some major plot holes before I hand it over to my editor at the beginning of October.

Less than two weeks to go before school starts. Chances of me signing to an agent/finding freelance work/winning the lottery before then??  Answers on a postcard etc etc.

In the meantime, here’s a quick Three Line Tale using the photo prompt below:

Merry Christmas?

Jeff bounced up and down on his chair, clearly desperate for me to open the oddly shaped present, covered in Santa wrapping paper. ‘Careful! It’s fragile.’

I gently pulled off the paper to reveal the hideous remains of a horrible snake type creature, its huge jaw lined with ferocious sharp teeth. ‘I got it off Ebay. Emily’s going to love it; it’s amazing!’

Emily did not appear amazed, choosing instead to suck on her toes. ‘Well, it’s certainly unusual, Jeff,’ I said, ‘but I’m not sure it’s quite appropriate for our six-month old baby’s first Christmas.’

photo by Samuel Zeller via Unsplash
Photo by Samuel Zeller via Unsplash