• Weeknotes - S04E21 - The Scattershot Approach


    A bit scattershot this week, and no real progress on any of my current fiction projects. Hey ho. Maybe next week...

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  • Weeknotes - S04E20 - Prompts and Reviews


    I rediscovered Seempli this week, which was fun, particularly when I realised I could transform any of the creative challenges into a freewriting prompt. I helped out another writer with comments on the opening of her novel, which felt good. And I kept up with reviews. So, modest accomplishments, but pleasing.

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  • Weeknotes - S04E19 - Feeling Significant



    Lots of great progress this week, working on writing projects at least a little bit every day. I also completed the second draft of my second novel, which felt significant. You know, I think I might actually be a novelist!

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  • The Significance of Seconds

    I finished the second draft of my second novel this week, which feels significant, if only in my head.


    The novel is still way too short (currently at 55,000 words, so needs at least 25,000 more added to it), but I know what I’m going to do to sort that out.


    I think it’s good. I know it can be better, and I’m keen to improve it as much as I can, but I think it’s good.


    And it feels like a confirmation that I can really do this, that the first one wasn’t just a ten-year one-off fluke. I’m not quite there yet but, before too long, I will have written two whole novels!

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  • Flamingo

    “Is it dead?”

    “I can’t tell from here.  Why don’t you go and give it a poke?”

    “Eww!  No, you do it!”

    “You’re the one who wants to know if it’s dead.”

    “I wonder how it got here.”

    “I don’t know.  Flew?”

    “Don’t be ridiculous.”

    “It looks kind of sad, just lying there like that.”

    “Do you think it belongs to somebody?”

    “Must do.  It didn’t just materialise out of thin air.”

    “But it’s not the sort of thing you just leave lying around.  I mean, you’re not going to drop something like that without noticing.”

    “But nobody’s taking any notice of it now.”

    “Except us.”

    “Well, yes, except us.”

    “What should we do?”

    “What can we do?  If you’re not prepared to get any closer, there aren’t many options.  I guess we could throw something at it from here.”

    “Like what?  A brick?  What are you thinking of?”

    “It hasn’t moved the whole time we’ve been standing here.  It doesn’t look good, I’m afraid.”

    “Well, we can’t just leave it lying there like that.”

    “Why not?  It’s nothing to do with us.  Why should we care if it’s alive or dead?”

    “I don’t know.  I just thought maybe we ought to do something.  You know, to help.”

    “How?  We could chuck it some money, I suppose.”

    “What would a thing like that do with money?

    “I don’t know.  We haven’t got any food.”

    “Maybe it needs a place to stay.”

    “I’m not taking it home with us.”

    “I think I just saw it move!”

    “What?  No, you didn’t!  You’re imagining things.”

    “No, I swear.  Look, it did it again.  Its foot twitched.  I’m not kidding!”

    “You’re right.  I saw it that time.”

    “It’s rolling over.  It’s looking this way!”

    “What should we do?”



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  • The Owl

    An eagle eye

    Surveys my heart

    Noting the changes since it awoke

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