Showing posts with label bad writing late at night. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad writing late at night. Show all posts

Monday, May 27, 2013

WRITING FICTION

I need reminders.

I surround myself with sticky notes, framed affirmations, bumper stickers, and not-quite-but-close-to tattoos to keep myself on track with self-improvements, motivations, and a close eye on my leaky memory.

And one of the areas I have recommitted myself to is writing fiction.

I am allowing my BBC Sherlock-addiction to bleed slowly out of my system into a bit of Sherlock fanfiction (what else do we Cumber-babes have to do until Season 3 finally comes out? I mean, besides seeing Star Trek Into Darkness time and time again).

It's easy writing since the majority of all the character development is already done through the show - the scenes, room setup, main line of persona's come directly from the television show.

It's actually more fun than writing a blog - except that I actually check and re-check my spelling, grammar, and sweat over plot development with my fanfiction, and I simply let my fingers dance over the keyboard and thoughts wander in and out of reality with this blog.

Some day I may actually get brave and post some of it here.

As long as no one expects that level of writing to continue.


Friday, September 17, 2010

DANGERS OF DRYING


"A man grows most tired while standing still.

So I'm exhausted.

I strained my back day before yesterday, reaching from the back of my galloping horse to rescue a starving kitten from the grasp of pursuing wolves...

Okay, okay, no, it was actually taking socks out of the dryer.

But this dryer was obviously possessed by an evil spirit.

When I bent over to remove the clean dry laundry, the machine reached out, viciously grabbed my lower back & twisted me into a pretzel - until, with my mind powers, I grabbed my light saber and sliced off the electrical power cord as well as cleaning its lint filter in one swift move. Then, with Heidi Klum on the attack as well as her blow-dryer on my side, we burst out only to have to deal with three days of being unable to stand up straight.

(Okay, dudes, it's way to late to try to write anything actually amazing - my apologies!)