Saturday, 1 May 2010

My Six Word Saturday # 7

Describing your life (or something)  on     at the moment of writing on a Saturday in a phrase using just six words.

Editing

Learning too much ‘ing’ is bad! **

 

**The overuse of participle phrase( the adding of ing  to words: fidgeting, considering, flopping ) is best avoided by turning the phrases into their own sentences. As when overused they create a clickety-clack rhythm to your prose. This is a bad thing unless you want the effect when it becomes a good thing. Do you know how many can creep into a 5000 word story? Just give thanks that you don’t. Now only ten more pages to go and then it’s a review of each individual sentence construction for its punch and cadence.  Editing, so much fun that it’s a secret.


Friday, 30 April 2010

While out walking

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I
sit here
without you
alone but for
the splash and gurgle
of our shiny river.
Above me the mountain waits
snow tipped, and bubbling clouds as when
we first met, thinking it was the love,
that sings as birds waken the morning sun.
But you only wanted rest, to gather strength for another’s song.

Random Word: River


Sticking to your principles

Language snob

 

Harold stood his ground.

‘You cannot say ‘ain’t’. It has no grammatical basis even for Americans.’

‘I as the gun, me can say what I like.’

Random Word: Grammatolatry

 


Thursday, 29 April 2010

On a sunny day

Man Drinking

She sat smiling, waiting. Sitting in the shade just meant you roasted slower. The beer was cold in the glass, moist air gathering and dripping down its side. He picked it up and started to drink, slowly. She waited for him to share but like her marriage, it drained away.

 

Random Word: Don’t bogart


Letting go is never easy

Ghost[9]

 

 

‘This is very difficult. The protocol is that as you are dead, your son succeeds.’

‘We understand your difficulty but this is not our wish.’

 

Random Word:Royal we


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Wednesday, 28 April 2010

A seasoned life

Child Mourning

Spring was when he cried.  When the leaves fell, making a golden floor, he would dance and kick. In Winter, he would laugh and keep giggles in ice to make drinks fizz. Summer was the time of quiet warmth. But Spring, he visited and sat on his grave to remember.
 

Random Word: Spring



The language of taking tea

Taking tea

 

Fiona asked as politely as she could, ‘Tea?’

Alice hesitated and then poured milk into the cup first. Fiona sniffed. His date was a floosie.

Random Word: Lingua Franca