Sunday! …What to do?

Sorry I didn’t post yesterday! I’m visiting my mum, so getting my usual daily routine completed is difficult. I have a few minutes before I head  out to breakfast with the family, though, so I figured I’d do a mini-post.

 

Starting either tomorrow or Tuesday I’m going to crack down on getting my daily posts up. Whether this means sitting down and typing up a bunch of posts and setting them on a schedule so I don’t forget anymore or what, I will be forcing myself to post as close to daily as I can get. There are a  few days I may not end up with posts for, but we’ll see what happens.

So! Start looking for daily posts from me again (I’m really bad at this game, huh?) starting tomorrow or Tuesday!

 

Have a wonderful Sunday, everyone!

Fast Fiction Friday

My last post detailed how my brain was forcing me away from writing lately. It really hasn’t changed that much, but I decided that I can’t let myself fall into a pit of despair (Aka life without writing). So I am going to be forcing out daily posts until they decide to cooperate again.

Today, being Friday, is obviously TripleF. Following is my attempt to give you something interesting to read.

 

Your eyes crack open at the sound of a door closing. Stretching, you slowly drag yourself out of the relaxed state you’ve been in for hours and climb to your feet. You tread lightly into the next room only to see your housemate shedding her winter garb and tossing it to the floor. Her jacket makes a loud ‘thud’ as it hits the carpet. You hesitate, then decide to greet her.

Her eyes light up as she sees you. Her greeting is kind, loving even, and you bask in it as you return the affection. Her hand lightly brushes against you and you sigh inwardly at her touch. She smiles once more at you before turning her attention to the refrigerator. She continues talking to you, but you hear nothing. You are just happy to see she is home and safe.

At last, your housemate sinks into the cushions of the couch and sighs with what might be frustration, but you think it is more likely relief. You sit beside her and rest your head against her shoulder, hoping she knows that, without you saying it, you know she needs the attention. Before long she sighs again and her hand finds your head. She scratches behind your ears and you can’t resist the purr that begins to flow from you. This, you think to yourself, is a wonderful existence.

 

 

Last post, I asked for ideas/suggestions on what to do on Sunday posts aside from Six Sentence Sunday. I haven’t received any responses yet so those would be greatly welcomed! Also, please bear with my awful posts for a bit; as I said, I am forcing them out until they decide to play nicely again. And, as always:

 

I ask that if you join me for Fast Fiction Fridays, you share with me. In the comment section, post the link to wherever your piece of writing can be found(deviantART, writing forums, your own blog, etc.) If you do not have anywhere online to post the writing, you are welcome to either use the comment section to place your story, or email me at: FantasieAutor@gmail.com with either an attachment or the story as the body of the email.

Sunday Blues

I don’t have a Six to post today. I have a 5page essay due for my History class tomorrow that I haven’t even touched yet… whoops.

I’m thinking about mixing things up a bit on Sundays; I’m getting low on Six Sentence Sunday posts, and sometimes I just don’t feel like doing any. So I’m thinking I will do those every once in a while and do something else on Sundays instead. I’m just not sure what to do. Tuesday and Saturday are my writing tips and pointers and other various writing related posts that are marginally helpful (also known as Wild Card Days). I’d rather not have three of those in a week. Monday is an excerpt or poem (which may soon become a way to feature other artists as I am running low on my own stuff), Wednesday is writing prompts, Thursday is lists of 13 and Friday is Fast Fiction. What other options do I have?

 

What would you, my readers, like to see on Sundays? Something new, that I haven’t touched on or have only briefly touched on, maybe? Or I could do a serial story that I post on (most) Sundays. I could also make Sunday a “This is what is going on in my life right now” kind of post. I really have no idea what to do. Leave me a comment and let me know what you would like to see!

Repulsed

Writing, for most writers, is a part of the being. A part of the soul. There is no removing writing from a writer’s life because it is part of who they are. Every experience in a day can trigger some of the best stories, poems or novel ideas. We may choose to use them or push them aside into that folder in our mind we have labeled “For later use”.  There is very little that doesn’t remind us of our passion.

But sometimes we want nothing to do with it.

When nothing goes right. When everything we’re working on has slammed the brakes on and refuses to ease up on them even just a little bit. We feel trapped at first, afraid of what that might mean. Then we get angry. ‘How dare that story put the breaks on! I was just getting into the flow of it!’ After the anger subsides, we slowly drift into a numbness; part of our daily life is gone for a little while. What do we do now? Then, by the time a deadline rolls around and we realize we need to get to work on the writing no matter how much it fights… we’re suddenly repulsed by the very thought of working on it.

We will procrastinate at the worst times, we writers. It doesn’t matter that we’ve got a novel to submit to our editor in a week; that trash can is full, that table needs to be washed and suddenly we have a toothbrush we don’t need anymore so let’s start washing the entire house using only that. If someone even mentions writing, we wince and pretend we didn’t hear them because we have absolutely no want to get near the writing. We are repulsed by the thought of work, of writing. Everything else that we’ve been putting off for months gets done in a matter of a week. Then, on the day before and the day of our deadline, we force ourselves to sit down and write. And we feel like it is the worst thing we’ve ever produced. As soon as we finish, we go back to avoiding it. We read books, we clean, we spend time with friends and family we will usually go out of our way to avoid using the excuse that we have writing to do.

Why does this happen?

Lately, I’ve been avoiding all types of writing possible. Homework (I get it done hours before it is due), serial stories (they’re supposed to be posted Monday/Tuesday. Guess when I write/finish them?), blog entries (see those big gaps in the week with no posts??). I don’t really know why, but the very thought of any type of writing is repulsive to me. I’m only writing this entry because I felt bad that I’ve been neglecting this so much. I’ve tried forcing other entries, but they just didn’t want to be written. I’m sure this will pass soon, and when it does I will begin posting daily once again. But please bear with my sporadic posts until I am no longer repulsed by the very thought of writing.

Starting Things Out

Welcome to Writing Prompt Wednesday! Sorry for the short hiatus I took. Life is a little stressful these days. Mini-hiatuses may occur, but  I won’t be taking any extensive breaks. The longest I could be gone during a break is a week. If it will be more, I will warn you. More than likely it will be less, though.

Now, let’s get on with the prompt, shall we?

 

Start your story out with this sentence:

Her laughter broke the silence.

 

 

I ask that, if anyone chooses to use these prompts, they share them with me. In the comment section, post the link to wherever your piece of writing can be found(deviantART, writing forums, your own blog, etc.) If you do not have anywhere online to post the writing, you are welcome to either use the comment section to place your story, or email me at: FantasieAutor@gmail.com with either an attachment or the story as the body of the email.

Fast Fiction Friday

Welcome to Fast Fiction Friday! Trying something different this week; hope you like it!

 

 

Step One

Her hands shook as she lit the match. The strike and hiss was loud in the darkness. She hesitated long enough for the flame to reach her fingertips, then tosses the burning match onto the pile at her feet. It burst into flame with a ‘whoosh’ that was surely audible for miles around. She backed away a few steps and watched it burn into nothing.

 Step Two

He couldn’t know about what she had done. It would ruin everything. She had to hold it all inside. It was bad enough that she’d told the last guy; but he wouldn’t be telling anyone. She shivered in the cold night, the fire long since burnt out, and turned her back on the secret she had to keep.

 Step Three

He was everything to her. Her light. She couldn’t let him go, no matter how hard it seemed sometimes. She felt different with him; alive, full, real. He didn’t understand, but he might someday. She just had to keep him close until then.

She reached the door to her apartment and slid the key into the lock. It turned with ease, the ‘click’ over-loud in the silent night. Once inside, she shut the door and crept to her room. She shed her stinking, smoke-filled clothing and slid in between the cool, clean sheets of her bed. They were ice against her feverish body. Before falling asleep, she pulled the matches from the pocket of her jeans and slid them under her mattress.

The knife under her pillow was like a smoking gun, but she’d done well to clean it of the evidence of her crime. At least the last one would know better by now. And the new one, her light in the darkness, could remain close to her.

 

 

**Today’s Triple F is based off a song by the band Hotspur. The song is called ‘You Should Know Better By Now’.

I ask that if you join me for Fast Fiction Fridays, you share with me. In the comment section, post the link to wherever your piece of writing can be found(deviantART, writing forums, your own blog, etc.) If you do not have anywhere online to post the writing, you are welcome to either use the comment section to place your story, or email me at: FantasieAutor@gmail.com with either an attachment or the story as the body of the email.

 

Thursday Homework

I don’t have a list of thirteen this week. I have 40+ pages to read for my online class followed by two essay questions related to said reading to do and they are all due by midnight tonight. I might have avoided doing any of this all day Tuesday and Wednesday which, in hindsight was really stupid. But at the time I was okay with it. However, despite my not having a list, you should still head over to Thursday13′s site and check out all the lists that people have put up.It never fails to be an amazing (and fun) experience .

I’m really good at distracting myself and procrastinating, so I should end this post here and promise to post my Fast Fiction Friday piece tomorrow. I hope everyone has a wonderful day!

Winter

Welcome to writing prompt Wednesday!

 

Today’s prompt is similar to one I did a while back, called ‘November‘.

Go to Google and type in the word ‘Winter’ in the search bar. Now go to images, pick one, and write a short story. It can be about the image itself, something a character is reminded of by looking at the image; anything. Have fun with it! Be creative!

 

 

I ask that, if anyone chooses to use these prompts, they share them with me. In the comment section, post the link to wherever your piece of writing can be found(deviantART, writing forums, your own blog, etc.) If you do not have anywhere online to post the writing, you are welcome to either use the comment section to place your story, or email me at: FantasieAutor@gmail.com with either an attachment or the story as the body of the email.

Hard Hit

Sometimes story ideas hit you harder when you are least expecting them.

You know what I mean, right? Let me paint the picture for you:

You’re walking along (or sitting watching television or something else fairly mindless) when BOOM, you have an idea for a story (or poem). And it isn’t just an idea, apparently, because the urge to write it is so strong it overrides every other need in your life. This is like some sort of Super Idea. Eating, sleeping, showering, peeing; they can wait. You’ve got an idea for a story and there’s no stopping it now. You lose control of yourself, surrendering to the writing. Your hands are typing words faster than your eyes can register them and you decide you’ll read them when you have finished. And it takes a lot less time to finish this than your usual writing; you don’t stop to check Facebook or deviantART several times, or to do something around the apartment. No, if you can’t pee, you can’t do anything else until this piece is done.

When you finally finish it, the idea releases you from the throes of writing. You’ve got a cramp in your left hand, your eyes ache from staring at the screen so long and your butt is numb from sitting so still in your chair. You read what you have written, despite sore eyes, and are amazed at the result. While part of your mind recognizes your writing style, you are mostly in shock at what you have produced. It’s some of the best work you’ve ever done, and it’s only a short story (or poem). Small, but far from insignificant.

This, my friends, is what being a writer is about. All the stories and poems you write that take you so very long to get down on paper are worth it, they are. They are still your creation and you love them as much as you can. But the pieces of writing that attack you, slam you into a chair and force you to write are the ones that you end up being most proud of. Maybe it is some sort of Stockholm syndrome, where we feel a deep love and affection for our captor. Whatever it is, this is the writing we long for. When we go weeks, or even months, without having a writing idea attack us we start to panic. We wonder if we’ve lost it, if the ability has left us. And then, just when we’ve given up, we get struck by an idea and willing fall captive once again.

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Regressing Progression

It’s Monday, so I’m feeding you an excerpt! Today I’m pulling from a piece I wrote as part of a contest. We were given a handful of prompts and told to use one (or as many as we could) in our piece. I ended up using 4 out of the 5 or 6 prompts. Here it is!

 

If you were a banana, I’d be a starving gorilla.

I can still taste you on my lips from our last kiss. If I smell the sheets, your sweat fills my senses and sends me spiraling back into the blissful union from the night before. Your t shirt that I am wearing still holds the smell of your deodorant. It is like a balm to my aching heart while you are away. Sometimes I wonder if I should sleep all day so I can spend every minute possible with you when you come home from work. So I can stay up all night and watch you as you sleep.

Someone to cling to means never having to say ‘Prozac’.

I love the feeling of safety when you wrap your arms around me. The way my arms don’t fully reach around your muscular chest always  gets my heart rate up. I love the feel of your hand running through my hair as you brush it away from my face right before you bless me with the gift of one of your kisses. You keep me alive, sane. I’ve never felt so wonderful.

 

Hooked? You can read the rest of this story at my deviantART account. Please let me know what you think! I’ve been contemplating doing more pieces similar to this.