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There is No Exit: Flash Fiction
A quick flash fiction written from a prompt from Chuck Wendig once again. This time, the prompt was 'There is no exit.
Suspend the outside world for a while: Thoughts on Glastonbury Festival
Posts on this blog have been a bit scarce for the last couple of weeks, mostly because I spent a several days in a field in Somerset. I listened to music, watched comedy and saw the odd politician. [^1] I was lucky enough to attend Glastonbury Festival, a cornucopia of delights that I have gone to since I was fifteen. This was my seventh time at the festival. I have been to others in the meantime, but it remains the original and the best. It is a marvellous tent town where the outside world is put on hold for a while, where the normal rules no longer apply and where art and hope rules above everything else. I thought I'd write about why it remains so special to me and many others.
The Thief of Moons: Flash Fiction
A story written from a prompt by Chuck Wendig at Terrible Minds. This week we had to pick a title, so I chose the Thief of Moons. Enjoy!
Battle of the Ages in the Election
So there's an election on Thursday. You might have heard of it. You probably have your own opinions one way or another. Maybe you don't care. But either way, you have to admit, it is kind of a big deal.
Dispatches from the Uncanny Valley
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A Debate: Flash Fiction
KATIE NEWSINGTON: Welcome back. A new study suggests the moon has a more abundant mineral content than previously realised. Interesting stuff. Joining us to discuss some important questions is the author of the study, Professor Ian Boffin.
Oak Tree Manor: Flash Fiction
Another story from a prompt at Terrible Minds. This week was a mash-up of genres. I got 'Haunted House' and 'Body Horror'. Enjoy!
Everything is a story
One of the things reading a lot of fiction teaches you is that everything we rely on in the real world is made up. We are narrative beings and we rely on the power of stories to guide our everyday lives. Very little of our experiences and the systems we live in are based on cold facts. Most of the stories we tell ourselves do no have neat structures, with a beginning, a middle and an end, but are beliefs we hold that change how we view the world.
At the End of NaPoWriMo
I wrote a bit about the process halfway through, but I've finally finished NaPoWriMo, where you write a poem every single day in April. I had foolishly thought the process would be relatively straightforward, but I was drastically wrong about that. Writing so many lines over so many days was a real challenge. It was difficult to keep motivated and continue writing.