Wordsmithing: BIG MOTHER IS WATCHING YOU?

Thursday, 9 June 2011

BIG MOTHER IS WATCHING YOU?

I'm not saying it's dull... but it's dinner.

No. Big Mother is not watching while I dig into the main course of my writing.

Surely, there's no reason why I can’t slurp on over to the tastiest morsels: the test, trials and the unfolding of Lucas?

What’s stopping me from pushing aside the smooth set up?

I want pudding and the cherry on the top.

I've got too many responsibilities and far too many distractions at the moment. If I was writing the juicy, cram it all in sections, I don’t think I’d notice anything but the expanding word count.

I can’t wait to finish and be able to sit back, print a feast of paper, and relish the finalised first draft.

Some one tell me to leave off gnawing on the bones and go and indulge ;)

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Golden Eagle9 June 2011 at 23:12
Go on! ;)
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Paula RC10 June 2011 at 04:53
Go for it and enjoy!
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Theresa10 June 2011 at 09:02
Indulge. Why else do we write? You will feel like writing the rest soon enough.
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Unknown10 June 2011 at 10:44
Hi GE
:D Thanks
I love the idea of tucking in; the drama is delicious ;)

Hi Jarmara
Such an exciting idea. Going for the treats and then winding up the rest like useful forks of spaghetti.

Hi Theresa
I can't wait to get to the exciting section but I'm worried the wind up may turn out like a zip ;)
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RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Thursday, 9 June 2011

BIG MOTHER IS WATCHING YOU?

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