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More random creativity…

Last night I was struck by an idea, and I got it out on the nearest thing to hand, which was ello.co, but seeing as no one sees what I put there, I thought that I would put it here as well and then hopefully 4 or 5 people will see it… 😉

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There was not a lot of life out on the street that night. Normally when Frank stepped out of his building to have a late-night smoke he was immediately plunged into a hustle and bustle that would rival SoHo in New York or Soho in London, not that anyone often spoke in raptured tones about the fact that Makati is another city that usually does not sleep.

He looked around, wondering where everybody was. Sure if it had been late at night on Easter Saturday, or New Years or Christmas Day, times when the city was indeed quiet; quiet like a ghost town in fact, then there would have been no puzzle to solve. As it was, the year was already in full swing, and yet here he was on a street that was dead by comparison even to those special times. He could not hear a single vehicle – normally he could hear traffic noise up on the thirty-seventh floor, even in the wee small hours of the night. The guards were there, and they did not seem confused, perhaps he was imagining it.

He lit his cigarette and leaned back against the cool concrete, looking up at the stars through the architectural forest of the high rises, trying to shake the odd feeling and to enjoy the tranquility of the moment. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He considered leaving it there, surely there was nothing that could not wait until he had finished his smoke – it was just after two? He took another drag and was just relaxing once more when the phone nudged him again. He dug it out of his pocket and unlocked the screen, expecting to see an alert from someone in the UK who knew the time difference well enough, but also knew him well enough to know that he would be awake.

He had not expected it to be a couple of texts from Georgie.

Explanation…

Today’s Ficlet was not brought to you all, as planned, by the “Today on Wikipedia Page”…  I left it a bit late in the day, and then forgot, so that will be tomorrow.

Also there has also been only one suggestion for the three things – partly because I forgot to put out the request as today at work was so busy – so I am going to use that suggestion on Wednesday…

That is all. (oops)

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EOT

Time marches ever on…

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here, so I though that I might use this arena as a place to discuss this year’s ‘thing-a-day’ project.  Today is the sixth of the way there mark; sixty-one days of writing between 100 and 1024 characters every single day.  Already I am finding it to be both more and less challenging than the daily portrait project, but despite that I am loveing every moment of it.  Not only is there the creation / creative aspect of it, but there is the ability to use fiction to bare my soul a little; sometimes very obviously, and sometimes in much more subtle ways, and then there is the discourse that is wonderful and more often than not prompted by stories that I least expect!

I have been working to a pattern over the last sixty-one days, and although I am going to work out the week in this vein, I am then going to free myself to be more flexible and more creative with what I do.  Up until now the Saturday of each week (day one of each week if you will) has been a first person narration that sounds believeably my voice, and then the other six days have all been third person episodes, each beginning with a name.  As I have revealed already to people who have asked, this was entirely calculated.  Although I am still very much learning my craft here, I am comfortable with the first person narration that my Saturday pieces have used.  It is relatively easy for me to imagine a scenario that has either happened or might happen in my life and drop into the character of a narrator who is seventy percent ‘me’ and and just go from there.  In fact the novel I have been working on for far too long now is written very much in that vein, and so when embarking on this new project I wanted to ‘keep my hand in’ with that ‘voice’, but not simply fall back on it as a way to easily hit my daily quota.  Instead I wanted to force myself to do something that I am not comfortable with, and that was and still is to write in the third person about other characters, a fairly traditional floating, omniscient voice that knows the hearts and minds of the people that populate the stories that it tells.  I have really enjoyed writing this way, far more than I expected to, and although I think that I am still better at first person narration I have found a pleasure in writing in this other way that I never expected to be able to harness.

The problem is that I can sense that this is going to become dull if I drag it out for too long; dull for me and perhaps more importantly dull for my readers.  So I have decided to remove the restrictions that I had placed on my daily writing as of this coming Sunday, and introduce two new ideas to the project and return to another old one, as a way of keeping things fresh.

First of all I would like to ask you, my readers, to challenge me each week by suggesting:

  1. A location
  2. An object
  3. An activity

in time for me to write a Ficlet on each Thursday that will incorporate all three.  I will put the call out on Monday at some point, and will then put up a poll on Wednesday so that you can choose the ‘package’ that will be the bones of Thursday’s Ficlet.

Secondly, I am going to write Monday’s Ficlet by choosing something to write about from either the Wikipedia ‘on this day in history’ page, or the daily page on the same site.

Thirdly I am going to go back to writing a story based on, or inspired by a photograph from Flickr that is on there under the same license as Ficlets are published under.  If you find a cool picture on Flickr that you think I would like, or that you’d like to see what I will do with it, then please feel free to email me a link (address is on my LJ profile page, or you can use the email link on this blog, on the About Page), or leave me a comment on one of my blogs, or send me a Twitter Tweet or an SMS or whatever, and I will start a list of photos that I am going to work through.

So, thanks to everyone who has commented on LJ, Ficlets, or to my face for your feedback and support, and having got to milestone number one I am feeling more confident that I can see this project through as well.

365 Ficlets – Day #41 ~ “Careless”

Eva pulled her hand back, shocked by the heat. She had not expected the stove to be on and so had simply reached out for the pan to pick it up by its rim.

The dull pain of a burn was already throbbing in her fingers as she plunged her hand into the cold water standing in the sink. She pulled the plug out and turned the cold tap on with her other hand, so that she could hold the affected area under cold running water.

As she stood there, attempting to protect herself from a nasty blister and a scar, she cast her gaze out across the beach. She knew that she often took for granted that she lived right on the beach, or as near as dammit at any rate. The deck outside the kitchen door ended a few feet from the sea wall, and the beach was the other side of that.

The sun was setting, and she could see Jake sitting in his usual place, playing. She wondered why he always came down to the beach to play at sunset; he would get a lot more from busking in the daytime, particularly on a Sunday when there were tourists.

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