Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Aspiring Writers Pledge

I discovered this pledge on Liz H. Allen’s blog after flicking through from somebody else that I follow. It seems to me to be a pretty good idea to connect aspiring writers and readers looking for new material to sink their teeth into.

 

The Aspiring Writers Pledge: From aspiring writer to novelist in 2010

I, Rebecca Clare Smith, take The Aspiring Writers Pledge to write a book in 2011 with the intent of publishing. I promise to update my progress weekly, ask when I need support and encourage others to complete the task at hand.

 

Okay, so maybe I won’t manage the weekly thing, but I shall try. I know I haven’t mentioned the WIP very often lately, but as you’ve guessed I’ve had an awful lot of other stuff on my mind. This pledge will hopefully help me to focus on that, even when other stuff gets in the way.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 34

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When You’re Ready

It took a moment or two for the sound of birdsong to register in my ear, but it was the damp kiss of grass against my skin that slammed me back to earth.

Eyelashes flew open. My fingers wound tightly into the green stems and soil. I felt my breathing knot in my chest as my pupils quickly contracted.

We’d been arguing back in the flat. The dull night light had played across the furniture and bare boards. He’d taken a wad of cash out of his wallet, slammed it on the table and told me to get myself sorted out. He thought the sweats and the strange glisten in my eye were the signs of a drug habit. He thought I was back on that stuff. My own brother…

He had no idea.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

I Wish I Was Interesting

But I’m not so you’ll just have to listen to me prattle on about my family instead.

First of all, though, I’d like to thank all of the new commenters. It’s taken about a year for us to get to this point, but I’m so glad you started commenting. I was beginning to think I was doing something wrong, but now I feel reassured. Thank you for your lovely words. I do read every comment. I may not reply straight away, but please forgive me for that. Sometimes I’m in a rush.

One of the reasons why I’ve been in quite a few rushes lately has been the continuation of my mother’s health problems. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, she’s been having some strange turns that were originally diagnosed by the doctor (yes I’m using this word as an excuse for David Tennant images) as TIAs (transient ischemic attacks – that’s mini strokes to you and me, and is supposed to be a warning of a serious stroke to come).

So we had a diagnosis, she was told to diet and quit smoking, and life was returning to normal.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 33

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Big Bad Wolf Dad

She turned her face away as he squeezed her hand. Her fingers slipped from his, withdrawing to the other side of the bed. How could he have done this to her?

He hovered, parted lips unsure.

This was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of her life. How could it have ended up so wrong? She felt heat prick at her eyes, blinking back the tears. What was that mess of skin and fur? Where was her baby?

She swallowed hard, closing her eyes as the raw whisper left her mouth. “Why did you lie to me…?”

“I didn’t lie…”

“You told me everything would be alright.” She turned, fear and fire in her trembling gaze. “That is not alright!” Her arm waved at the door. “That’s not even… What is that?!”

“He’s our son…”

Monday, March 21, 2011

Guest Interview

@Scath, better known as G L Drummond, agreed to give an interview about her next science fiction release. This is a precursor to the blog tour she’s embarking on in order to promote her new title. Here she talks about her influences on writing, her inspiration and the reasons why you should get hold of Code Walker

 

An Interview With G L Drummond

Rebecca
What’s your name and where do you come from?

G L Drummond
Gayla Drummond, writing as G. L. Drummond. I hail from the planet Ork...wait, that's not it. I'm a hybrid from Katarr...sort of. Oh, all right, I'm from Planet Texas. Yes, I do say y'all a lot.

 

Rebecca
And are you here for the free cape or the free sunglasses?

G L Drummond
If the sunglasses are Xray, they're my choice.  Wait. Is the cape like an Invisibility cloak? Because that would be cool.

Flash Fiction No. 32

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Should Have Sent The Monkeys

Flying monkeys weren’t her thing.

She was almost offended when he’d suggested them, but what did mortals know? Nothing. That’s what. They thought everything was black and white. They thought the lines didn’t blur.

Of course they blurred. Blurring lines was what humanity was all about. They made rules for the soul purpose of breaking them.

She held her nose as the smoke from the candle wafted around the room in the semi-dark. The smell of burning always made her want to vomit. It was like it was taking her back to that night when those putrid mortals had come looking for fun. Her eyes flickered over the mirror, trying to ignore the scars that ran down the side of her face.

Flying monkeys indeed!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Flog Your Blog

This is an idea copied and pasted from Wringing Out The Words & is my second post today due to timing issues. In other words, you get two pieces of flash fiction (the first was posted earlier & the second will be posted tomorrow). This is because I hope to get G L Drummond’s (@Scath) pre-blog tour interview put up on Monday. You should click through on Monday to read it.

And without further ado:

FLOG YOUR BLOG!

This is your opportunity to FLOG YOUR BLOG! I thought it would be nice if my followers had a chance to show off what their own blog was about and gain some new followers through my blog here.

Flash Fiction No. 31

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A Million & One Smoking Guns

Six weeks.

She’d waited. He hadn’t come. Five patrols had passed by. She’d sensed them and stayed hidden, waiting for hours until they’d gone.

She checked her watch for the third time in two minutes. Her heart skittered uselessly in her chest. One more minute, she told herself, knowing that it would make no difference.

The second hand ticked down to zero. She sighed, lingering. If she left then he might not find her. He said he’d come back. He would come back. And then there was a problem. Her eyes danced to the window. If she didn’t go she would starve. All of the supplies in the cottage were down to nothing.

Her heart sank.

Monday, March 14, 2011

In Need Of Some Advice

#Amwriting

Recently, I’ve been toying with the idea of ebooks. I have three fully written novels ranging from 87k to 120k words and they are hiding somewhere in my computer with their fourth partially written counterpart and the plans for the following instalments. It will probably do me a disservice to mention that I started writing these when I was fifteen (just six short years ago), but they have been through quite rigorous editing, I assure you.

I’ve tried querying the series before (mostly when I admit I was too naive to understand the query process) but with no success. My more recent queries, at least, were a little more experienced, but still no change in the response they received.

Perhaps this is because I’m just not very good at querying or perhaps it’s because my story is too much like too many others or maybe my writing style just isn’t likeable enough or agents have far too many queries to take anything from mine. And since those lacklustre responses to my queries, I’ve realised that I may never get Jo’s story published in through traditional routes.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 30

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A Million & One Candle Lights

Scarlet sprayed the walls. He reopened his eyes, feeling the wriggle of loosened teeth in his head. He had to give it to them; they were going all out on this. They said it was a test of his abilities. It was perfectly routine.

But how is beating a man to within half an inch of his life routine?

The scientist in the corner hummed and jotted something down on his clipboard. He nodded to the torturers as he readjusted his glasses.

Pain smashed across Blake’s face. Blood pooled in his mouth, collecting at his lips and falling in strings of thick saliva down his shirt front. He lifted his head with some effort, fixing his gaze on the scientist again.

They didn’t get it.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Charcoal Lines

More recent changes to the blog. I know I make changes quite often, but they’re all done to help you along when you come to peruse this place.

I’ve also tried to make it more friendly to people who want to connect with the blog. On the left column, I added a NetworkedBlogs follower device by which you can show your support to the blog. There’s also the more traditional google friend connect button on your right.

Furthermore, you may have noticed an additional page on the pages list as well as a few other bits and pieces.

Sunday, March 06, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 29

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Half A Blink

She looked out of the wet glass. The heat condensed upon the cold, driving across the surfaces like a child running from a tragedy. The spray fell across her shoulders, warm and tempting. Crimson bled into the clear liquid.

Troubled eyes closed, a furrow aching her brow.

She rolled one shoulder and then the other beneath the spray. It had been a long time since she’d felt the comfort of a shower. She swallowed and bent her head gracefully to inspect the scarlet swathe. Her hand ghosted over the gash. She sucked air in through her teeth.

It had taken them such a long time to bring her back. Time was a tricky thing. They’d figured out the coordinates she’d been sent to, but they hadn’t wanted to risk trying to bring her back from that date. It would have been so difficult.