If We Were Having Coffee

I am not proud of my week. This week has been a lazy, unproductive week, but instead of feeling bad about it or moping around the house, I’m going to make this weekend and next weekend super productive so that when next Saturday comes around I will actually have something to discuss over coffee.

So as you have probably guessed by that title, this week has not been the best in terms of creativity. All the bits and bobs for buying the new house are moving along well enough, but I’ve struggled to get on and write anything or get any real studying under my belt.

The novel, well I’ve started three different chapters for Dawn Shadows and all them are sitting at about a paragraph and a bit long without any signs of growth. Deciding that my novel was only halfway done when I originally estimated that it would be almost done has knocked me back and I’m struggling to pick up the pen and write. [Metaphorically.] I also haven’t done much for the blog this week and Friday saw me missing my free-write all together, even though I’d only started the challenge to myself three weeks ago. I did manage a poem on Monday but that was it. Apart from When Spring Announces It’s Arrival, this week has been pretty devoid of creativity. img_1384-0

I have been reading though and I’m now only a couple of books behind schedule for my Goodreads Reading Challenge. I told myself that I would read at least fifty books this year and the challenge is more to make sure that I finish fifty books instead of starting numerous books and taking ages to get through them because I’m reading about twenty different ones at once. That means of course that come Wednesday, I will have plenty to talk about in my May reading round up. The last one I did was for March but since I didn’t read much in April I didn’t see the point of writing one. You can find my Confessions Of  A Bookworm here. I love these WWW Wednesdays posts. Since reading plays such an important part in my writing process, it’s great to have an outlet to talk about books and it falls just outside the realms of traditionally reviewing because it looks at what you are reading, what you have just read and what you will be reading next. You can do this once a week but I tend to stick to once a month.

I’m hoping this week will be better in terms of creativity and motivation. It seems silly that a couple of weeks ago I was busy writing all these posts and tips on how to stay motivated and now I’ve hit my own slump. I want to try and get some blogs schedules for next week today and tomorrow, which is not something I normally do, but hopefully it will free up my week to focus on studying. The most productive bits of my week were beating my personal best on the treadmill [5k in 34 minutes] and reorganising my book shelves only to realise that there really isn’t enough room any more and when we get the new house a trip to Ikea will be needed.

But enough about my boring week. I want to hear about the rest of you? How have you all been? Have you found yourself in a slump or perhaps your week has been really productive, let me know in the comments.

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Staying On Track: Motivation, Inspiration & Positivity

This is a call to arms for all you bloggers out there!

I’m looking for a paragraph of two on what helps you stay motivated, inspired and positive. These snippets will then be gathered into one guest post to be put up on Sunday, 8pm GMT.

If you want to join in just leave a comment below.

Please re-post and share this. I want to hear as many tips and tricks for staying on track as we can get.

Thank you to Deepina Pal for the inspiration behind this. You can find her at her blog The Untraceable Girl.

Remember, short quick tips on what keeps you motivated, inspired and working towards the things you love.

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Mud Pie Anyone

I’ve just been discussing childhood games with another blogger Lysa Taylor

Now those of you who follow the blog will have already seen snippets from my childhood in some of my previous posts.Grass Stalk Children is based on a trick that my dad taught my sister and I, and my family often crop up in odd little stories such as Bike Ride Foliage since everyone I’m related to seems to have a tendency towards strange, quite often funny accidents.

Anyhow, in this conversation with Lysa Taylor she mentioned making salad from cut grass, and sitting in trees pretending to fly away to far off lands. I responded with “Mud pies with a leafy crust was always out culinary specialty.”

So I fancied setting a prompt for anyone interested.

 

What is your most memorable imaginary childhood game?

 

In five hundred words give me your childhood imaginings back when being a princess, a pirate, a dragon, a talking green monster, were all viable lifestyle choices. Make sure to add a pingback to here and I’ll pop by and take a look at what you’ve written. Best of luck and best of fun.

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The Wait

You were late.

Kept the rest of us waiting; hands bearing down on pocket linings as we hunted for the warmth of previous hours before the storm.

“He will be here.” she said, your wife of three months. We did not comment on the press of curves against the clarity of damp cotton; only offered her jackets which she refused with the comment: “They are not his.”

We stood ankle deep in leaves, eyes towards the bank where track met road and carriages might run. We heard the horses first; they did not like the thunder.

I wonder if you screamed as well?



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(Prompt: “The air was expectant…”)

Hunting for Creativity

Today I wanted to be creative.

I wanted the words to flow

Four am wake ups from rogue ideas

And conceded scribbles to bribe back sleep.

 

I needed the clatter of keyboards

Rattling my mind for the last drops

Waiting for the final thunk of gold

The smudges of ink that pulled a chapter whole.

 

Instead I got the crumpled paper

Of half hearted attempts to write.

Jottings, notes and contradicting plots

Which spin webs of confusion in my mind.

 

Works that once seemed good

Fractured beneath my own acid gaze.

 

I’m supposed to be a writer

Why can I not pin you down?

Where’s my sledge hammer for this block?

How do you bury my words so far beneath ground?