I am having quite a productive day today (in the writing sense). Work is ridiculously quiet. I did most of my work for the day in the 1st half hour, then on my lunch break someone finished the rest of it. Bad. But really good because I have done lots of writing. Well some writing anyway.
A few months ago I got the idea for a short story and make notes for it (the blueberry yogurt story I’ve talked about before). I decided today would be the day to fill in the gaps. I’m about 3/4 of the way through and I think it’s OK. Actually I’m very happy with it. When finished it will be the 1st short story I’ve written that I’m happy with. In fact only the 2nd I’ve ever written as an adult. The other was for a competition which I never heard back from. Looking back I can see why. It had a rubbish ending.
I’m happy with this one though as there’s a little twist in it which makes it quite good. I think anyway.
Also this morning I asked for some words or idea to create a story around. The words I was given were: ”A white dog”, ”Cheeseburger”, ”The number ‘3’ ”, ”Running” and ”half”. From that I created a children’s story in my head, which I now have in note form. Maybe by Christmas it will be a story. I do have a slight problem with it. The children do something they are not allowed to do, but don’t really get punished for it, promoting the idea that it’s ok to something you shouldn’t. I do not want my story to give children the impression they can get away with being naughty. I’ll have to put a bit more weight behind them getting told they can’t do it. The other tiny problem is that they get told they can’t tell anyone something, I don’t think it’s a good thing to tell children they aren’t allowed to tell their parents. Although it’s a policman who tells them, so maybe it’s ok? As I say it probably won’t turn into a story for months, so I don’t need to worry. Plus, there will probably never be any children that read it. Positive aren’t I!
The other day at work I decided to start writing down bits of conversations people had as they walked past my desk. I thought it would be pretty easy, but it’s harder than I thought. I don’t know if it’s because there’s a lot of other noises going on so hard to concentrate on one thing, or maybe because people are facing away from me half the time, but it is quite hard to do. I think that’s probably more of an exercise for somewhere where the people around are sat sill. I’ll persist anyway.
I’m really impressed that for the 1st time in ages, I’ve actually got something to blog about. Maybe this is a change and I’ll start doing lots more writing. Fingers crossed please!