In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connect the Dots.”
I do not know why it is called “Golden” since it appears to have been written by men with mouths of iron and hearts of lead.
This is Diarmaid MacCulloch quoting ‘De causis corruptarum artium’. That’s what happens when you ask someone to pick up the nearest books and they’re half way through researching the 1549 South West Rebellion in England. I suppose it’s rather pretty but I’ve no idea how I’m supposed to use it to write a post. I’ll try again, Neil Gaiman’s Anansi Boys:
Trust me to pick up a book where page eighty-two is completely blank. Well, one last attempt. Derek Landy, Skulduggery Pleasant The Faceless Ones:
She wasn’t, in Valkyrie’s opinion, all there.”
Ah, Valkyrie Cain, one of my all time favourite characters by one of my all time favourite authors talking about another character that I simply adore. Clarabelle. Clarabelle is the definition of “away with the fairies”, but she is one of the sweetest, most accepting people I have ever had the pleasure of reading. There is no judgement in her, zombie, vampire, human or remnant, she will accept you as you come. No matter how murderous or terrifying. We could all perhaps learn something from Carabelle.
Now if you’ll excuse me I have a history essay to prepare for.
It’s only two days until NaNoWriMo starts and once again I’ve decided to ignore the fact that life is crazy, hectic and more than a little stressful and still sign myself up to write 50,000 words in one month. WHY PEOPLE! WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?
On the plus side of things I have a cool new mug to add to my mug collection.
I’m full of cold and DamLOL is consuming my life! Of course DamLOL is only the most recent in my series on procrastinator tools but it’s pretty effective at sucking up hours. Does this mean I delete the app from my ipod? Of course not. I miss out on the funny pictures then and what use would that be?
On the whole I’ve not been that unproductive. I’ve written a couple thousand more words for Darkened Daughter, and the plot-line is really starting to emerge. I also don’t seem to hate everything I wrote. I’m going to count that as a win for my skill as a writer. If I can stand my work then I must be improving right?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m regularly re-reading pieces of flash-fiction and thinking to myself wow, I’m really awesome at this, but for anyone who read this blog at the start you will know that there are chunks of writing I removed because they simply are not good enough to reach the standard anymore. Especially as I started churning out flash fiction more regularly my ability has a written has improved dramatically. The secret? I wrote. A lot! You think this blog is full of words then you should check the poor dying hard-drive of my laptop for all the bits I don’t put up or don’t finish. And as I write more I’ll no doubt improve further. That’s the way it works.
So to all you writers out there reading this, how do you feel about practice makes perfect? (Or at least a hell of a lot better.)