A New Venture

 

So, today I started sharing snippets of a story I wrote a while ago. I'm using Bluesy as my social media vehicle of choice - because it's the only one apart from Facebook that I'm on! 

I thought it might be fun to share here too.

Here goes...

When Claudette stepped off the Marstock bus one Tuesday morning she created quite a spectacle. Clicking along High Street in black and white kitten heels, seamed stockings and a just tight enough pencil skirt she was ‘not at all what Laverage is used to’ according to the Misses Greene who happened to be watching from the bow fronted windows of The Lavender Tea Rooms. Carrying a battered cardboard suitcase in one hand and a magnificent picture hat in the other, her navy blue clutch bag rammed under her armpit, she was indeed not what Laverage was used to.

Hopefully I'll remember to return for more tomorrow!

It's Got Me Stumped.

 I'm so confused.

As if the nonsense that is the modern world wasn't enough, I'm struggling to know how to share my writing.

I reached out on Bluesy and had Substack recommended to me. 

So I set up an account, published something and then... What's next? I couldn't work out how to broadcast my post to the world. So it sits there, unseen and I'm frustrated with technology again.

I'm back here, faithful old blog and I don't know if I'll ever find my space in the world.

I think I'll ponder and blog for a while. Substack may be a leap too far for me.

Hello 2024!

 

The turning of a new year brings with it a slew of posts about resolutions, about giving things up and starting anew.

I've been down that road too and I know that by the second week in January I've forgotten most of my good intentions and am left feeling like a failure. Well, not this year, matey! I've had enough of feeling bad about myself. Time to bring on the good stuff.

I'm nearer to the Epilogue than the Prologue in my story so there's not much time for faffing about left. If I want to get something done then I'd better crack on. So this year is all about grabbing opportunities. I've always been one for standing back, for letting opportunities pass by, saying 'no, not for me.' This year I want to take advantage of everything that comes around - contests, submission opportunities, chances to read out my work or work with other writers. 

Also, I feel I need to create some opportunities for myself. To stride forward with a story in my hand and to find an audience. A long dead podcast idea may get a shot of adrenaline too.

So, here's to opportunity wherever she may knock in 2024. I'm going to be ready this time.

Habits

 

Aren't habits odd things?

A few months ago I said I was going to write what I wanted to rather than what I thought I should. Through September I managed to stick to that, jotting down a few bits and pieces with no idea if they were useful or relevant to anything. So far so good, yes?

Then October arrives, my inbox fills with reminders about NaNoWriMo beginning on the first of November and away I go, planning and wondering what to write about. I dredge a story idea from all the fragments of earlier ideas and set about writing 1667 words a day. Then I pause, remember that this is just a habit and I stop. I don't want to write that story. Or rather I think it might be a tale for another day. I stop doing NaNoWriMo and remember that I'm only writing what I want to, not what I think I must.

So, habits, right? Easy to form, hard to break.

I hope I've broken this one now but as I'm such a people pleaser it's possible I'll have to give myself a good talking to again in the not too distant future!