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[Fiction] Friday Challenge for April 10, 2009:
A dentist is stabbed while he waits in line at the movies.

The girl in front of him had a nice ass, and, bonus, when she turned to look at him and smiled, a great set of teeth. As a dentist, he appreciated good dentition.

The line shuffled up a few feet and he suppressed a sigh. What was he doing here, waiting in line to see the last chick flick when he could be home relaxing in front of the tube with a beer and some nachos? Tina, that was what. She wanted to see the damned movie and he’d agreed to go with her. So far, though, he wasn’t pleased. Yeah, Tina was always late, and he was holding a place in line for her but he had the feeling that she wasn’t going to show up. Damn the woman. Why did he always end up doing things he didn’t want to just because she asked?

A guy jostled him from behind.

“Hey, buddy,” he said, “back off, will you? It won’t go faster if you push.”

A growl, then a sharp pain in the vicinity of his kidneys. He gasped, reached for his back. His hand came back red. Blood. “What the…?”

Someone screamed.

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Fiction Friday >> Write Anything

[Fiction] Friday Challenge for April 3, 2009:
A married couple sets out on a six-month adventure, living on their boat while sailing from port city to port city. By the fifth city, they are thoroughly sick of each other and their relationship takes a serious turn for the worse.

“You left your goddamn pan in the sink again,” Lisa said. “Why do I always have to stow your things before we leave? It’s not like you don’t know everything flies around when we’re at sea.”
“The sink’s deep enough.”
“No it’s not.”
“Pull the lines, will you?”
“You also left your clothes all over the place.”
“I checked the forecast. No squalls ahead.”
“This boat is the size of Rubik’s Cube. You’re a slob.”
“You want the night watch?”
“Are you listening to me?”
“You’re the one who wanted the grand adventure. Now you have it.”
“Yeah. Dirty pans and litter.”
“Bitching and bad seamanship.”
“I can tie a knot as well as you can. Better, even.”
“The way you fold the sails is a disgrace.”
“If you helped me instead of giving orders, it’d be easier.”
“I need a drink.”
“It’s eight o’clock in the morning.”

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Writing for a living: a joy or a chore?

Every so often, I get into a rut and wonder if it’s all worth it. Like today, where editing is almost as painful as going to the dentist. So I went back to an article I’d found in the Guardian at the beginning of March and reread what Al Kennedy said about the joy of writing:

The joy of writing for a living is that you get to do it all the time. The misery is that you have to, whether you’re in the mood or not. I wouldn’t be the first writer to point out that doing something so deeply personal does become less jolly when you have to keep on at it, day after cash-generating day. To use a not ridiculous analogy: Sex = nice thing. Sex For Cash = probably less fun, perhaps morally uncomfy and psychologically unwise. Sitting alone in a room for hours while essentially talking in your head about people you made up earlier and then writing it down for no one you know does have many aspects which are not inherently fulfilling. Then again, making something out of nothing, overturning the laws of time and space, building something for strangers just because you think they might like it and hours of absence from self – that’s fantastic. And then it’s over, which is even better. I’m with RLStevenson – having written – that’s the good bit.

It’s the “making something out of nothing, overturning the laws of time and space, building something for strangers just because you think they might like it” that make it worthwhile for me. It’s good to remember that once in a while.

To read more opinions about writing, here’s the Guardian article:Writing for a living: a joy or a chore?: nine authors give their views

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Confusing Words

I learned to speak and write English when I was about twenty-one years old so English has never been a language I use naturally. In fact, it is one of the most difficult language to learn — if you step away from the basics. It has a lot of subtlety, derivations from other languages, turn of phrases that are difficult to master. Prepositions, and their use, have been, and continue to be, a challenge. Some words are similar (lay, lie) others are grammatically confusing (their, there; its, it’s).

Confusing Words is a website that helps with those challenges. It boasts over 3200 words and their definition and use. Here is an example from one of my own confusion:

take to go with
bring to come with

Examples

Bring a covered dish when you come to the pot luck supper, but be sure to take your dish home with you when you go.
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