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 A tentative blog to test the temperature. |
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Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end. So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.     |
| Success! I donāt mind telling you, I was getting worried. First, Andrea says something about me being known for poetry more than prose. Well, if I were known for anything, of course, but I know what she meant. And then I enter this period, lasting for two or three months, when I seem able to write nothing but poetry. Thereās the blog, yes, but itās hardly the same as writing short stories, is it? The fact remains that I seem to have written nothing substantial apart from poetry for ages. Iāve never really seen myself as a poet. So that is why I have been hunting for some contests for short stories ever since SCREAMS!!! decided to take a break. I found a few but couldnāt think of a decent story to write. This was becoming serious. When Lilli Munster š¦ ā  posted on the Newsfeed to advertise her new contest, Only Short Stories (https://www.writing.com/main/forums/item_id/2252653-Only-Short-Stories), I hinted that I was thinking about it. Yesterday I had an idea about the setting. But no plot. It refused to appear.Desperation struck today and I decided it would have to be one of those ājust start and let it tell itselfā things. I did and it worked. In the end, I had to be careful about word count and even trimmed quite a bit when it was finished. Now all I have to do is worry about whether itās any good. I like it but that doesnāt usually mean a thing. The point is, however, that Iāve done it. And, if I can do it once, I can do it again. Poet, schmoet, I can write anything! Word count: 279 |
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