All posts tagged: writer

Writing As An Introvert: Guest Post By Rebecca Howie

Hello all you lovely readers! It’s time to kick off a new feature here at writing and works and that’s our Wednesday’s Writer’s Blog. Each week a new writer/blogger will take up the Wednesday spot to tell us about the toughest time in their writing journey so far and how they found themselves on the other side of it. As writers, we all face moments where we look at the page in front of us and wonder ‘what the f*** am I doing with my life.’ That is why Writing and Works is launching this feature. We’ve all been there and we’ll all be there again at some point. What we have to do is learn to deal with those down points and climb back up to the productive, happy, high points where we remember ‘Oh yeah. This is why I love writing.’ If you want to add your thoughts to the melting pot then check out our call for guest bloggers. So first up is the lovely  Rebecca Howie, author of The Game Begins …

If We Were Having Coffee

Welcome, welcome, it’s Saturday so help yourself to a cuppa of whatever takes your fancy and throw whatever is on the settee onto the coffee table [if you can find room]. I’ve been looking forward to this all week because I have quite a bit to tell you. This week has been pretty packed and even though I haven’t had chance to sit down and work on chapter three of Shadow Dawn, I have been very productive. Yesterday was spent getting through most of the studying I need to do for my next accountancy exam so my brain feels a little fried, but I feel good for getting things done. Onto the more interesting stuff though. This week I decided to take a leaf out of Rowena from Beyond The Flow‘s book and make a decision about taking up a new hobby. She’d been telling me about taking up ballet and I thought, you know what, I should stop talking about taking up a sport and actually go and do it. So on Wednesday I attended …

Shadow Dawn – Wading Through The Middle Ground

I’ve heard it said that middle of a book is the hardest bit to write and right about now, that seems pretty accurate. In fact it’s pretty flipping complicated That said, I am making progress on my novel and the real reason why I haven’t been making more is because I haven’t been sitting down to write it very much. Instead I’ve gone off to watch T.V, browse the internet, play computer games or as I’m doing now, write blog posts instead. The main problem is that I’m too distracted my new shiny ideas for stories and poems. I end up chasing those brain bubbles instead of focusing on the complicated mess that is the middle of my story and because of that, the middle hasn’t really been written yet. I have the beginning, I have the end, I just need the middle. What’s annoying is that the middle should be really good! There are lots of conflict points that can come into play, but whenever I sit down to write it I realise that …

If We Were Having Coffee

  Good afternoon all you lovely readers! The weekend has rolled around again and that means one thing, it’s the weekend coffee share and you get to hear me rambling on about the week just gone and all my unlikely goals for the weak to come. I realised something this week. There are over 150 poems on this blog! In total I have published 636 posts, [637 including this one],  but only around 150 of those posts are poetry. I suppose it’s hardly surprising when I look at all the short pieces of flash fiction I’ve written for various challenges such as ‘five sentence story’ and ‘100 word’ prompts. A lot of that writing is sitting unused though and I’m aware that it’s mostly my recent posts that get viewed when visitors pop onto the site for the first time. So I’m wondering about taking some of those 100 word stories and running a series of flash fictions where I expand them up to 1,000/2,000 words. Some of the characters that came out of those short …

If We Were Having Coffee

Another week has come and gone and once again we’re back to the wonderful weekly link up that is the Weekend Coffee Share. I’m not really that sure where the time has gone since last week since I don’t feel like I’ve really got much done. It didn’t help that yesterday wasn’t the best of days. Despite trying to not be superstitious, I still get edgy about things like crossed knives, crossing on the stairs, Friday the thirteen. While nothing went horribly wrong I did have an awkward moment where I’d stopped at the supermarket to pick up some drinks for me and the fiancée since it was a warm evening and we were going to sit in the garden. I don’t get asked for ID very much any more, especially if I’m out with the fiancée, but I always carry it anyway. Except for yesterday. I’d taken it out of my purse to sort out some mortgage stuff and not put it back so when I was asked for it I couldn’t find it. …

Chaos Walking

The clock on the wall seemed to have stopped, the second hand sticking between ten to and nine to, sporadically twitching like a stick insect taking an inordinate amount of time to die. Lilly gripped her palms together harder, trying to ignore the slick, sticky feeling of sweat squishing between flesh. ‘Is this what you’re life is like then?’ she asked. She didn’t look up but she felt Henry shift slightly in the hard plastic seat next to him, his back poker straight as they waited. Did it hurt? she wondered. What was it like getting shot if you knew you couldn’t die?  ‘No,’ he replied. ‘My life isn’t usually this… chaotic.’ He lapsed into silence again and Lilly went back to watching the second hand on the clock fighting to break free. Chaos, that’s what this was, no that was what Philip was, a walking talking ball of chaos.  ‘Did he kiss you?’ Lilly looked up this time. She could just about make out the blood stain steadily seeping out from beneath the cover of Henry’s jacket, …

Poetry Anthology: Week 1

Today I had the absolute joy of getting to join in with Jeff Martin’s Poetry Anthology alongside some fantastic poets. The new weekly feature incorporates a number of poets all writing poetry for the same prompt. Make sure to check out his blog and the work of these wonderful writers. Thank you Jeff. I’m looking forward to next week already.

Just Keep Writing: Redrafting Even If It Kills Me

The last few weeks haven’t been the most productive when it comes to getting through the re-draft of Darkened Daughter/Dawn Shadows. It probably doesn’t help that I keep referring to the book as Darkened Daughter despite the fact that I changed the name to Dawn Shadows a month and a bit back. Despite all of this I feel that I might have actually turned a corner with the re-draft this weekend. The word count is currently sat around 58,734 words with nineteen chapters written for the current redraft. The original draft was about 52,000 words and this one will be closer to 100,000 when it’s done. Weirdly, a lot of the new draft wasn’t in the first draft to begin with. Huge chunks of those first 52,000 words got cut out and a lot of fresh writing added it. However, the book has benefited from that and reading it back I feel less like I want to hurl it out of the nearest window or onto the fire. Don’t get me wrong, there are still …

Trying To Be A Poet: Five Tips To Writing Better Poems (Guest Post)

Hello, Desiree here! I have a special guest post for all of you poets and aspiring poets out there. It was written by Carol Forrester, an amazing poet in my opinion. Enjoy the post and take some time to visit her blog! Can you remember the first time you were asked to write a poem? […] https://inkytavern.wordpress.com/2016/04/26/trying-to-be-a-poet-five-tips-to-writing-better-poems-guest-post/

Guest Post Sarah Doughty

It’s Saturday and time for the sixth poet in Writing and Works series of guest posts for National Poetry Writing Month. Today we’ve got Sarah Doughty telling us what poetry means to her.   Hi, everyone, I’m from Heartstring Eulogies, a blog dedicated to my writing. My name is Sarah Doughty and I love to write. It’s my therapy. It’s something that I need to do to help me cope, to help me through. It’s a hobby, but it’s more than that. Writing to me is like breathing. It flows in my veins and gives me hope. Hope that one day I’ll come out on the other side of all this darkness and agony that surrounds me. I suffer from extreme complex PTSD, and with that comes depression and debilitating anxiety. Commonly, if I don’t have a migraine, I have a headache. Every. Single. Day. Writing is one of the ways that I weed through all the pain, trying finding myself again. I’ve written a few (fiction) books, and soon a poetry chapbook will be …