Friday, 10 June 2011

Friday Flash - A Gentle Nudge

Fear not, gentle readers, while this post is not a Friday Flash itself, I do have one up this week - as it stars my dashing Cavalier, it's over on my Fowlis Westerby blog (would that make it a Westerblog?)

Here it is - A Gentle Nudge.

And yes, that is where I write - it's actually a small dining room table but I commandeered it as a desk. Aston is my editor and keeps an eye on me when I'm supposed to be working, and he's got his paw on the Complete Ghost Stories by Charles Dickens.

Thursday, 9 June 2011

Writing is...Escapism

I was tagged by Tony Noland in his meme and not wanting to disappoint, here's my answer - what writing means to me.

Writing is escapism. When you're a kid, you feel like you can do or be anything. That's not your back yard - it's the battleground for the final showdown between your band of rebels and the evil intergalactic alliance. You wait every day by the letterbox, hoping today will be the day your letter from Hogwarts arrives. You play with your mother's rings, hoping to find the one that will transport you to another dimension. And grow up.

Real life and all its mundane (and often painful) concerns rear their ugly heads, and soon you're battling a hydra of gargantuan proportions. Lop the head off one worry and two more will spring up in its place. If you're a writer, though, you don't have to grow up - and battling that Hydra becomes easier because you have the imagination to fight it. Your horrible boss, whose attempts at motivating the work force succeed only in pushing people over the edge, becomes a hideous demon, and only you can defeat him (or her) by leaving Post-It notes covered with anonymous doodles all over the office. You only have £10 for food and can't decide what to buy so you spend your time dawdling in the fresh produce aisle, inventing weird and wonderful new fruits and vegetables from your very own country. Your soul destroying commute becomes the mad dash through the minotaur's labyrinth.

Sure, it's all just make believe, and none of it's real, but you know what? It doesn't matter. When I write, I can make things up to my heart's content, rewriting the laws of the universe to suit my own perverse imaginings. I don't have to worry about whether or not I paid my credit card bill, or worry about how my day at work is going to go, if I'm knee deep in a story about a dashing Cavalier, or exploring the streets of Vertigo City with Commander Liss Hunt. For a short time, I'm absent from the world and its concerns.

Writing is escapism, and escapism is good for the soul.

I'm going to tag;

Stina Vincent
Carrie Clevenger
Rob Diaz
Jen Brubacher

Monday, 6 June 2011

Photo Prompt 36

Latest prompt, ready and waiting.

If you want to use the prompt, all I ask is that you include a link to this entry and a credit to me for the photograph, and that you post a link to your story in the comments box below so I can see what you've come up with! If you don't comment on this entry, then I can't comment on your story.

The thirty-sixth prompt is Chapel.


All photo prompts are my own photography - you can find more of it on Flickr. You can also buy my prints from Deviantart. 20% of all proceeds go to charity - the other 80% go towards my PhD fees!