All posts tagged: musing

Saving The City

He couldn’t have left it well alone. Of all the screw ups in his life, Jupp was pretty sure that this one topped them all. Scratch that. He was absolutely positive, that this moment, standing on this hill, staring at what little was left of the city he’d grown up in, was the most screwed up, screw up he’d ever had the misfortune to be part of. He should have know better than to release something that could survive for centuries in a sealed container. He should have know better than to go rooting through the back room of Old Man Iron’s workshop when he should have been anywhere but there. He should have know better than to steal the jar that quite clearly stated it wasn’t to be opened under any circumstances lest great tragedy and doom befall the land. Jupp was an idiot and he realised that fully. ‘Well the temple is still standing at least, perhaps the gods are with us.’ Gamin pointed towards the slightly singed marble structure near the outskirts …

You Always Danced Alone

Your soundtrack never made sense. The songs lined up oddly, their lyrics a mismatch of words too quickly spoken, driven on by you racing to catch up with the world moving around you. I have tried to be the mooring post, I have tried to be your life raft, I wish that had been enough. I wish I could tell you that I’m sorry for ever being angry at you. Daily Post Melody This week I lost someone I cared about. It was sudden and unexplained. It’s still sinking in.

Solitary Creatures

‘Well he was a stubborn one wasn’t he!’ Edwin dragged his hands along his jeans to wipe off the worst of the blood. ‘I swear, it was like he didn’t want to die.’ Sammy mumbled something beneath his breath and continued to throw body part into the pit they’d dug just outside the farm boundary where the boggy peat land crept in and made the ground wet and dangerous. The pair were sweating but Edwin was still grinning. It had been his idea to go after the vampire, his idea, not Sammy’s. ‘You sure you got all the pieces?’ he asked. He left Sammy unloading the truck and opened the passenger door to fish around in the glove box. Between the dead torch and a road map thirty years out of date he found the half smoked pack of cigarettes and tapped one out into his palm. ‘Don’t want to risk someone coming across some stray bit of Mr Baldy here and kicking up trouble.’ The end of the cigarette glowed red and he sucked …

Confessions Of A Bookworm: August

My last book related posts was all the way back in May so I’m feeling a little ashamed of myself, especially when I look and see that most of the books I was reading or about to read are still unread or half finished around the house. Part of the reason was moving house, this meant I didn’t have much time for reading and alongside studying and writing, getting through actual books has been a bit tricky. I’m getting back on track though. So, for the last Wednesday in August, here is my booky post.   What Am I Currently Reading: This month’s list is a lot shorter than my normal ones, just two books. ‘Legends and Liars’ is the second book in Julia Knight’s series and the first book got me absolutely hooked. It’s fantasy but with a hint of steampunk, Reyes [the main city of the first book] is a clockwork wonder and the Ikaras of the second book is a mysterious glass city of beauty and unexplained complexities.I adore Kacha and Voch …

This House of Vice

‘So,’ she asked, rearranging herself on the settee, ‘what’s your vice?’ David looked at her, taking in the smudged lipstick, the rumpled satin, the tangles in her hair. She smiled, wide and honest, at odds with the painted skin and manicured talons. ‘I’m not sure,’ he admitted. ‘I just came to-‘ ‘Fuck?’ she asked, still smiling. She sighed and shifted, her whole body rolling, necks, breasts, hips, thighs. With her head tilted back she brought the heel of her palm to her mouth and swiped away the last of her lipstick, leaving a red streak across her wrist. ‘No,’ said David quietly. ‘Not for that, no.’ ‘Then what? To save one of us from this life? Is that why you came here tonight, in the hope that one of us can be salvaged from the fallen?’ She laughed like falling china. ‘Trust me hun, none of us want to be saved. We’re quite content where we are.’ ‘I know,’ he nodded. ‘That’s not why I’m here either.’ He slid from his seat onto his knees, crossing …

Current Projects

I received the comment that my last post was a little random so I thought I should try and put up something that actually links into my work as a writer and not just the weird ramblings that sometimes constitute to a decentish story. So here we go; current projects!   ‘The Lady Winters’ I currently have 25000 words of plot-less nonsense with random characters and very few links between said random characters. The next step with this is going to have to be some serious planning. Two years of the panster technique has got me a fairly decent foundation to work on but now I’m flaking in the swampy middle bit of the novel , but I’m determined to refuse sinking under into the pit of failed novel despair that surely awaits if I don’t clean up my act. I have some some characters that I adore though. Sophia Fall is currently my favourite, though that isn’t her real name and even I forget what he real name actually is most of the time. …

Replying to Comments

I doubt there is a single blogger who doesn’t do some sort of mental fist pump (or even physical fist pump) when they see the little comment icon highlighting in their notifications. I’ve found a problem though. How do you respond? These days most of my replies to comments are “thank you” or “I’ll take that into consideration.” I really struggle to find a way to make my response hold more weight since saying thank you does seem to lose some of  the meaning after a while, just as repeating any word over and over does. So what do the rest of you bloggers out there think? How do you mix it up on the comment front?