Sunday Snippets Critique Blog Hop 5


Button for blog hopGood morning all and welcome to another Sunday. 🙂

First let me offer apologies to any of you who offered me a critique last week if I haven’t come back to you. It’s been a whirlwind week and I’ve barely been online at all, let alone had the space to give your brilliant words the attention they deserve. I hope to do better this time around.

I’m not going to natter on like I normally do; I’ll just say that this is the last section from my WIP that I’ll offer for a bit, since I haven’t written anything fresh for a while. Daniel, having agonised over it for a while, has slipped into the autopsy room to have a look at the body that he believes to be the wrong one.

“You’ve seen a dead body before, Dan,” he scolded, “get a grip.”
His racing heart refused to take the sensible advice and instead thudded harder against his ribs. The dry surface of his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth for several seconds before he could work moisture back into it.
The body, when he reached the table, drew a sigh from Daniel’s mouth and a slump from his shoulders. “You’re supposed to be crispy.” He whispered.
Eyes closed, hands folded across the chest, the man on the dissecting table might have been sleeping. No signs of injury were obvious on his face or shoulders and when Daniel lifted the sheet, he found the same lower down.
He pulled the sheet away fully and let it fall around his ankles.
Long, dark hair fanned around the peaceful face and over the broad, square shoulders.
“You can’t be the guy who fell off the bridge.”
A gleam of silver caught his eye. Alongside the shoulder lay something bright, metallic. Daniel picked it up, hissing with pain as the scalpel sliced his thumb. “What the hell is that doing there?”
Blood welled from the deep cut and fell onto the dissecting table.
“Shit!” Whirling round, Daniel scanned the walls for a towel dispenser. He found none and clutched his thumb with the free hand to catch the blood. The crimson fluid flowed freely between his fingers and splattered the upturned face on the slab.

Dun dun duuuuuuuuhn!

Anyway, yeah. Going forward I’m going to concentrate on actually getting more of this story down, so future snippets will be from other works. I’ll come back to this later in the year. ^_^

Meanwhile, here is the list of other participants. Get to it! You know you want to see what others are up to. 🙂
http://mermaidssinging.wordpress.com/
http://caitlinsternwrites.wordpress.com/
http://wyrmflight.wordpress.com/
http://www.mandyevebarnett.com
http://womanbitesdog.wordpress.com/
http://jennykellerford.wordpress.com

New from Jennifer M. Eaton…

Welcome to Richard Leonard – Words & Pictures


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http://letscutthecrap.wordpress.com
http://threepiecebikini.blogspot.com/
http://itsjennythewren.wordpress.com/
http://writerscrash.blogspot.co.uk/
http://wehrismypen.wordpress.com
http://wordsbreathedupon.wordpress.com/blog/

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My Writing: Short Stories


black notebook and red pencil from OpenClipArtSecond in my series on my writing short stories are a medium that I’ve only considered in the past couple of years. I have more practise with these than flash fiction, but what surprises me, when I look back, is that a lot of my short stories are erotica.

Short stories, on several different websites, are defined as complete stories with a word count between 1,000 and 7,500 words. With word counts like this there is far more freedom that in flash fiction, but you must still be able to tell a story in a concise fashion.

When I look at my novels, but the time I reach 7,500 words, I have only just reached the peak of the first major plot hump. I have time to play around and give fancy, expansive descriptions of whatever is happening and to fully immerse the reader in the world I’ve created. Short stories do all that, but much faster.

I’ve read quite a few short stories recently. I’ve been working through several anthologies (they’re a nice sort of book to work through when your reading time is vastly reduced) and the style of writing is of a level of sophistication I’m yet to reach.

What also characterises short stories, at least in my experience, is that they are written with a unexpected twist or a clever plot point that wrong foots the reader. The promise of the story is there in the first few lines, or in the first paragraph, but it isn’t always what you expect it to be. This is where the sophistication comes in; to be able to, in essence, trick your reader, without pissing them off. Of course not all short stories are like that. Some of the erotic short stories I’ve read are just that (or badly written porn), short and sweet insights into an event in a character’s life.

I used to wonder how one could possibly hold a reader’s interest with such a teasing length, but I’ve since discovered that the market for it is growing. At the bottom end of the 1,000 to 7,500 spectrum, there are still magazines out there looking for stories to fill gaps. And a lot of the open anthologies I’ve looked at recently have maxed out at anywhere between 3,000 and 6,000 words.

My own short stories are far more ranged, than my novels. Erotica, fantasy, horror, thriller, comedy, stream of conciousness; all of these I have, at one time or another, coaxed into a story too small to be anything but a Short Story.

The necessity for these to be so much tighter (probably more so than flash, since the additional words trick you into thinking you have more space than you do), means that I have lots of first drafts sitting on my laptop and desktop waiting to be given a home. Some were written specifically for anthologies, while others are based on peculiar dreams or conversations I’ve had. Some are even piece of homework from the Phoenix Writers that I have expanded into something longer because I loved the idea so much.

At this stage of my writing career, much like flash fiction, short stories are a fine way to ensure that I keep writing and making submissions. They are clearly easier (in terms of time spent) than a novel, and it is possible to do one a month (from first draft to completion) in a way that I simply can’t tackle novels right now. While I don’t exactly have any plans to self publish short stories, there are always people looking for them and markets I can send them to.

I don’t have any samples of short stories for you at the moment, though I’m pleased to say that’s only because all of the stories that are fit for public viewing, have been submitted to one competition or another. While this is the case, I’m not allowed to post them on a public blog. However, as these deadlines come and go, don’t doubt that I’ll give you updates on how I’ve done.

So… most of you, I understand to be novelists. Have you ever tried your hand at short stories? Do you think there’s a market for it? Is it a skill set you’re looking to develop or are you happy with novels for the time being. Join the comment stream; let me know what you think!

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My Writing: Flash Fiction


black notebook and red pencil from OpenClipArtHere is the first entry to my ‘My Writing’ series. If you’re not sure what this is about, I invite you to visit this post, in which I explain what this series is all about.

This first entry regards flash fiction and it’s place in my writing life.

I hadn’t heard of flash fiction before join the Phoenix Writers. Indeed, I had only passing knowledge of the word counts related to flash fiction, short stories and novellas before joining that lovely group. My first taste of flash was in completing the then 100 word challenge from a trigger given during my first meeting.

How on earth could anybody tell a complete story in 500 words? Impossible!! How could I be expected to do it in 100 words? Pah. Well not only did I manage it, but I found that I enjoyed the discipline required to do such a thing. It’s incredible to realise how quickly one can rattle off a story when restricted to such a low word count. And then the editing process; how tightly one needs to be with words and how brutal one must be in cutting unnecessary faff. For reasons I can’t yet name, I found I got on with the medium far more than I anticipated I could.

The very first piece of flash fiction I wrote was from my own trigger word (doughnut – of course!) and if you’re interested, this is it:

He looked down at the plate. So full. His stomach gurgled in mingled fear and anger, anticipated yet more guests to follow.

“Can he do it?” The voice came over the speakers, echoing over the wide expanse of flattened grass. “One more… just one more, Bill, and the cup is yours!”

He turned to look across the stage, gaze skimming past the other fallen soldiers towards the far end where the small, silver cup sat on a cushion of velvet.

“You can do it, Dad!” A proud voice rose above the din of the crowd below as a child, no more than six, waved a brightly coloured flag from side to side.

Bill sighed. He looked down at the plate.

Thoroughly ignoring the complaints of his stomach, he lifted the last doughnut to his mouth.

The crowd cheered.

“Number twelve!” Said the voice on the speaker.

I remember feeling quite proud of that. ^_^ And then, my latest specimen (written last week):

“We’ll get caught.” Skylar rolled over, taking the sheets with her as she crawled up the bed. She tried to wrap them around her and giggled when deft hands plucked the fabric away.

“We’re fine.”

“No, Mitt. Hank will be home in ten, you need to leave.”

In response, Mitt stroked a hand up her leg. He trailed his fingers along her skin from the curve of her knee towards the warm area where her thighs met. “You sure?” Walking his fingertips across the tops of her legs he spread the lingering moisture there between his wandering digits. “You don’t want me to stay?”

“Of course I want you to stay.” Skylar craned her neck, angling her gaze towards the window. “I don’t you to get in trouble.”

Mitt leaned in and bit the side of her neck. “I like trouble.” His voice became a deep, bear growl. “I live for it.” The free hand played at the base of Skylar’s throat. Drifted down. Brushed the dusky pink of an erect nipple. “You do too.”

With a nod, Skylar returned her attentions to Mitt’s perfect body.

She didn’t hear the sound of a key in the lock downstairs.

Yes that one was supposed to be ‘erotica.’

Anyway…!

Flash fiction is also something that most professionals will bend over backwards to tell you to write. ‘Write flash fiction before you start a novel.’ ‘Build up a library of flash before you even think about a novel.’ ‘Most established authors started with flash in magazines before they moved onto novels.’ I have no idea how true all that is, but if you whizz on over to Josh’s blog, you’ll find a post all about people who pay for flash fiction. Now, whether or not I won’t be ‘taken seriously’ as an author without a backlog of flash fiction under my belt, it’s lovely to know that there are people out there looking specifically for something I find so easy to write. And there are competitions (I entered one a few weeks ago) designed for flash fiction (unfortunately I can’t post that story here while the competition is still running, but when it’s over I’m sure I’ll be free to. Unless I win o.O).

It seems to me, that with the dwindling attention spans of the average civilian, the ability to write short, snappy, engaging stories is a recipe for win. Also, because of their short nature, they are brilliant filler stories for magazines (print and online) so long as you know where to look. It is not something I’ve thought about overmuch, but with the growing list of flash written as exercises for the Phoenix Writers, I plan to polish a selection of it to send to competitions and magazines. I also gave myself an A-Z Flash Fiction challenge last year. I’ve not posted much of it here, but I haven’t forgotten it, and my plan was to polish up those 26 stories and publish them as an ebook.

In all, flash is a neat little form of fiction that gets over looked disappointingly often. In my situation, flash is a great form of getting stories down, either to keep as flash, or to expand into short stories or novellas when I have more time. With things so tight as far as time goes, flash fiction is a great way for me to keep my mind lively and the creative juices moving. It’s a form of fiction I’ll be enjoying for years to come, no doubt.

Have you guys written any flash fiction? Is it a form you’ve ever thought of before? What if I challenged you to write a piece of flash by this time next week… how do you think you’d do? 🙂

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Sunday Snippets Critique Blog Hop 4


Button for blog hopHappy Sunday! I hope you’ve all had good, productive weeks and that you’ve been able to do everything you wanted.

I’ve been quite lucky that despite the poor nights of sleep, I’ve managed to get quite a bit done. Woohoo!

I have another snippet for you, this one is 244 words (I think) and includes more edits from the first two entries. This one continues on directly from last week and follows Daniel. To recap, last week, he was listening at the door to the autopsy lab, overhearing a unusual conversation about one of the cadavers.

Okay… here we go!

“I’m just curious.” Scowling, Daniel dumped the mop into the bucket and began to wheel it away. Jimmy’s braying laughter followed him down the hallway.
“You coming out tonight? The footie’s on.”
“Maybe.”
Jimmy cackled again. “Come see your boys get their arses kicked.”
Without turning, Daniel raised his hand, displaying the back of his middle finger.
“Classy.” Jimmy called after him.
He didn’t answer.
The mystery ate at Daniel for the rest of his shift, causing him to walk passed the autopsy room several times. On the third pass, he recognised the coroner; a pixie faced woman with trendy, short hair. He winced at the sight of her furious expression and ducked into an empty office. Memories of the previous encounter with that woman, her perfectly manicured nails and cherry red smile, made his cheeks grow warm.
When she passed, Daniel caught a whiff of some expensive, but generic perfume. “Who are you trying to impress?” He scoffed, thumbing his nose against the combination of pleasant and morbid scents. “You need to get the smell of cadaver off your clothes first, love.”
Only when she rounded the corner did he slip out of the office again, tip toeing up to the autopsy room pressing his ear to the door. Silence greeted him.
Chewing his lip, Daniel shuffled his feet once or twice before pushing on the handle. He slipped inside before he could change his mind and eased the door shut behind him.

As ever, I’m very appreciative of any and all comments (you guys have already helped me so much!). Better than that I’d be thrilled if you used the list below to check out what others are doing. There are some brilliant stories in the words and I’m sure we all appreciate the critiques.

http://mermaidssinging.wordpress.com/
http://caitlinsternwrites.wordpress.com/
http://ileandrayoung.com
http://wyrmflight.wordpress.com/
http://www.mandyevebarnett.com
http://womanbitesdog.wordpress.com/
http://jennykellerford.wordpress.com

New from Jennifer M. Eaton…

Welcome to Richard Leonard – Words & Pictures


http://jordannaeast.com
http://letscutthecrap.wordpress.com
http://threepiecebikini.blogspot.com/
http://itsjennythewren.wordpress.com/
http://writerscrash.blogspot.co.uk/
http://wehrismypen.wordpress.com
http://wordsbreathedupon.wordpress.com/blog/

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My Writing: Intro


black notebook and red pencil from OpenClipArtIf you’ll excuse the nice, generic title, (:p) I’d like to talk about my writing. I’ve been thinking about the steps I want to take and though I run the risk of repeating myself, I want to discuss about things in more detail. So… The next few posts are going to be a series related to the same subject; stuff I’m writing.

Topics I’ll cover, and not necessarily in this order, are:
Flash Fiction
Short Stories
Novellas
Novels
Erotic Pennings
*Poetry
Letters
Articles
Script Writing
Self Publishing

*I haven’t written any poetry since I was 14 (maybe younger) and all of it is so closely buried in my adolescent angst that I can’t stand the thought of writing more. I’ll elaborate when I get to that heading.

I want to talk about each style of writing, what I know about it, what I feel about it and if I plan to do any of it in the future. Some of those headings you’ll probably assume I have every intention of getting on with, others you may be surprised to hear what I’ve been up do. I guess that depends on how long (if at all) you’ve been following this blog. 😉

The second, and more important reason behind doing this, is to force myself to think more clearly about where I want to take my writing as a part time career. As you probably all know, my time is monopolised by my children and while that’s fine by me, it means that I have to take especial care over what I commit to and when. If I want to give a task my time and attention, then I have to be sure that 1) I really want to do it and 2) it’s worth doing. That way, in the time I have portioned off for writing, I can be sure that I’m not wasting precious minutes on non-essential faff.

Some people make lists. Others keep notes or write diaries. I write posts on my blog and talk to you fine people about my plans and, believe it or not, use the comments and the conversations we have to help make my decisions. Never underestimate the value of another person’s opinion. Whether they know all the ins and outs of my personal situation is irrelevant- in fact, it’s sometimes helpful, because they can cast a fresh and unbiased eye on my thoughts and bring to my attention things that I hadn’t previously thought of. Obviously some suggestions and ideas I can’t take up, but others are downright lovely!

I also find that talking about these things here makes me accountable. Not that you guys are going to string me up and beat me if I don’t do what I say I’m going to do, but by voicing my thoughts, ideas and plans to somebody other than myself, there is additional motivation there to get things done. I’ve always been like that and I’ve certainly been more productive since acknowledging that fact for myself.

Finally, the internet is forever, whereas paper, and computer files have a habit of getting lost/eaten/dying on me. Previous painful experience has taught me how to back things up, but by using this blog as a means to record my plans, not only are they safe (so long as WordPress doesn’t die!), but I can always come back and check on my plans. Having a record is infinitely helpful.

So… I look forward to writing these posts in the coming weeks. Sundays I’ll reserve for Sunday Snippets, but the Tuesday and Friday slots will be taken up by completing the above list.

Have you guys got any writing plans? What about new ideas you’re planning to take forward? I’d love to hear from you, as always! ^_^

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