All posts tagged: competition

Kettle Meltdown and Writing Boom

So this was how my day started, which really should have been a warning about how the rest of it was going to unfold. I’ve spent my work hours trying to fix problems while new ones kept popping up to do the cha-cha across my desk, mocking me as I hurried out to run errands. I survived though! And now I’m sat at home ready to do yet more work! Yay! Darkened Daughter is still ploughing ahead, last night I managed a 3,000 word chapter in just over an hour. I even fitted in writing a poem, and today I might have come up with a short story idea. Writing is going well. Over the past couple of days this blog has even seen a spike in stats, which is impressive as it has sorted fallen to the wayside as Darkened Daughter pushed on past. 3,000 words a night doesn’t leave much time for blogging… or housework for that matter. My apologies to the patient pile of ironing still sat in the living room, I …

Writing Erotic For The First [And Probably Only] Time [Contains Content Some May Find Offensive]

Tonight I rang my mother to ask if she would have an issue with me entering an erotic short story competition being run by Ann Summers. Now before I go any further I’m not about to start writing erotica as a regular thing or ever posting any on here, actually if this experience is anything to go by I may never touch the genre again, but a challenge is a challenge and this one included the possibility of prize money. Anyway, I rang my mother and she responded with her typical “no not really”, “it’s not like you’re posting naked pictures of yourself so go for it”. My mother can be surprisingly supportive when I’m not expecting it. She won’t read it of course. That would be way too weird. But she’s willing to support my attempt at trying to write something for a genre I haven’t tried because it involves entering a competition and with competitions come opportunities to progress as a writer. So what I really need now is to stop giggling. Seriously, …

If At First You Don’t Succeed…

Curl up into a ball and hide yourself in the neatly types secrets of the Liddell Dairies from the National Archives. A couple of months back I decided to take the plunge and send off a poem and a piece of flash fiction to a local literary magazine for their competition. It turns out the results came out a few days ago and my name is no where among them. Now I’m aware that there are lots of people out there that are better than me at writing, I didn’t expect to go into that competition and come out with a prize, but I’ll admit my pride stings a bit at the idea that I wasn’t good enough for the short list. But that’s part of being a writer isn’t it? You take the “no, no, no” until someone turns around and says “huh, you know what, you’re not half bad. Let’s give this a shot!” I’ll just have to toughen up a bit and keep putting my writing out there. First though, I have …

A Terrible Opening Sentence!

Last week I sat down for my first creative writing lecture, my notepad open on my lap, and pen at the ready to take down notes. Alongside the basic information for assignment deadlines and the course layout, the lecturer brought up a selection of ‘terrible’ opening sentences for novels. The varied from hilariously pointless, to cringe worthy moments of disgust. They were wonderful in their terribleness and she wanted us all to try and write out own. So that shall be the inspiration for this post. Terrible opening sentences, and my first creative writing assignment. To write my own terrible opening sentence.   Saltworth was cold, soggy, dull and full of lifeless residents whose vicar preached the same dusty sermon, from the same dusty pulpit, at the same dust hour, every Sunday until the Sunday where communion was interrupted as he choked on the wafer, turned purple, died, and provided the greatest amount of excitement that Saltworth had ever seen.   It’s surprising how difficult it is to write a bad sentence on purpose, I …