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Picture This: Episode 4

I saw this stock picture and just had to use it. It jumped out at me for being equally amusing and creepy.

Feel free to join in with your own interpretation.

Picture Prompt:

My Interpretation:

The thought of going into work again makes me feel physically sick. I can’t look at that building and not regret the live I should have… still could have if I had the balls and the devil may care attitude of someone ten years younger and no mortgage.

I don’t even like my colleagues. Pretending to be happy advising the rich what to spend their money on when our salary barely affords us a weekend break away every two years.

I tell myself the same thing every morning. ‘Go in, do my job, get paid.’ I am saving for early retirement, every extra pound goes toward getting out of the rat race. And that means not spending my lunchbreaks down the pub with the team.

Suki invites me every day, and every day I tell her the same excuse. ‘Thanks, but I have got to pop home and let the human out.’

As if I own a human. Those things are way to high maintenance. My mum’s human still hasn’t learnt to shit on the garden yet.


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Writing by Hand #authortoolboxbloghop

Today’s #authortoolboxbloghop post is all about writing by hand, and why I feel it can be beneficial to the drafting process.

I primarily write on my laptop, but I tend to write by hand when I need to refocus:

1. Slows Down Thought Process

Writing by hand takes longer than typing. In turn, this slows down our thought processes, allowing us to not only take in what we are writing on a deeper level, but to take our time on the fundamentals of the craft.

2. Minimises Distraction

If I am on the laptop, I tend to flit between writing and social media. This break in flow is not good for my creativity. Writing by hand cuts out the distraction.

3. Always to Hand

I can easily slip a notepad and pen into my bag/ pocket. I rarely take my laptop out of the house. If inspiration strikes, I am always ready to hand write it down.

4. Prevents Editing as You Go

This may sound like a bad thing, but editing as you go can inhibit creative flow and be time consuming. If I edited as I drafted, I’d never get a story finished.

5. Beats Writer’s Block

Hand writing uses a different part of the brain than typing, so if I have writer’s block, I write by hand to see if accessing that part of the brain triggers new ideas.


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Book Review: Blood of the Dragon by Sarina Langer

Blood of the Dragon by Sarina Langer 5/5

My Review:

*my review is based on the beta copy.

Sarina Langer has completed her trilogy and it has been great to be able to follow not only Langer but her characters on their journey.

Story arcs for Rachael and the sub-characters have naturally been tied up (many in the exact way I wanted). *No spoilers. They really have been set in motion through book one, nutured further in book two, and cemented in book three.

The world building is still as impressive as ever, and the magic, language, and history still as rich.

If you have followed the trilogy, then this final instalment is incredibly satisfying. If you haven’t started the Relics of Ar’zac series, then you really should!


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All books reviewed on this blog have been read by K.J.Chapman

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Book Review: The Bug Out Guy by Gavin Griffiths

The Bug Out Guy by Gavin Griffiths 3/5

Review:

I enjoyed the realistic portrayal of what would happen in a world where technology fails, the economy crashes, and civilisation quickly becomes each man for himself.

There is humour dotted in amongst the mayhem, and the main character, Clem, has the right personality for this narrative (if that makes sense?) It’s not far fetched to see him surviving it all.


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Picture This: Episode 2

Thank you for coming back for another episode of Picture This. Remember, you are welcome to join in and create your own interpretation of the prompt.

Prompt:

My Interpretation:

I have laid the trap just as he asked. I daren’t do otherwise. I hate this, I hate this stupid cape, and this stupid game.

He calls himself The Wolf. I know him by no other name, but he must have had a mother, a real name, no matter how far he has fallen since.

The door to the cottage is flung open and he prowls down the steps snarling in my direction. “Is it done?” I nod in reply. “And they followed you?”

I nod again.

He cranes his neck as if sniffing the air. “Get inside and keep your mouth shut.”

He need not say it out loud. I know the drill. Lure them, trap them, and leave the rest to him. I also know I am an accomplice to murder, but if not them it will surely be me.

The poor lady that stopped for me when I fell at the side of the road… a little bit of vomit catches in my throat at the thought. I’m a pro at making it look realistic. She offered me food and water, and I ate it so quickly my famished stomach cramped from the sudden intake of food.

When I spun her the story of my living in the woods alone, she looked genuinely concerned. I mean, they all look concerned, but she actually offered to take me back to the city and call the police.

I cried as I jogged back into the woods, knowing she followed. I cry now as I hang my cape on the hook outside the door as a beacon in the gloom before I head inside. I cry as I burrow into my blankets and hold a pillow over my head to block out any sound other than my own heartbeat and sobs.

I will cry all night because there is never an end. For next week, The Wolf will make me do it all over again.


I went with this twist on the Little Red Riding hood faitytale as the gloom and sinister feel to the image inspired me.


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September Update

So, September has shot by in the blink of an eye. My husband and I are another year older, my dad got remarried, and my daughter started another year in school.

Writing

I have been going at a snail’s pace in regards to my writing. Other stuff took priority this month. I’m not in a rush, so it’s no biggie. It’ll be written when it’s written, right?

Reading

I had the pleasure of beta reading Sarina Langer’s Blood of the Dragon. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for a review, but just know it is a fantastic 3rd book in the trilogy.

I am still reading Girl Online by Zoe Sugg, and my hope is to finish it in a week or so, and then get another novel under my belt before October is out.

Blogging

My Picture This series has officially started. It is bizarre to think that this is the last blog series of the year on Writerly Bookish Stuff. It ends on November 27th, and then I have some Christmas related posts to get us through December.

The final instalment of my First Draft series coincided with #authortoolboxbloghop, and I am pleased with how the series panned out. I hope you found some of my experiences useful.

What’s Next?

October is the final month of #authortoolboxbloghop this year. (Returns in January). I shall be posting October’s post on Monday 14th October.

I have some more posts planned for the Picture This series. Remember, you can join in and create your own interpretations of the prompts if you wish.

Finally, I do plan to write at least another 2k of Zombies and Budgie Smugglers. It might not sound a lot, but it’s progress in a busy month of adulting.


Thanks for journeying through September with me.


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Picture This: Episode 1

Thanks for joining me for my last blog series of the year, Picture This. This series is all about picture prompts, writing inspiration, and short stories.

Each week, I will share a stock photo and write a short story inspired by it. You can join in if you wish. Just tag Writerly Bookish Stuff, so I can have a read.

Prompt:

My Interpretation:

Half the world has been destroyed and we are about thirty minutes away from extinction. They said a war in the twenty first century would end this way… they were right.

If they push the button that’s it for the world we know. We saw what happened to the southern hemisphere ten years ago. In thirty minutes, we’ll see the rest of humanity wiped out. No country is going to back down, no country will let the other win.

Hundreds of beams of light dot the night sky, flying toward the ground with such speed that they appear to have a comet tail. This is it. Civilians scream, pray, pointlessly run in every direction.

“They’re not missiles!” my squadron leader calls, trying to calm the furore, but his voice is muted by the noise of panic.

“Then, what are they, Sir?” I ask.

He shrugs and licks the sweat off his top lip. “God knows.”

The flying lights disperse through the night sky like rockets, leaving just one hovering above us. As it draws closer, the light spreads like sheet lightning until I have to shield my eyes with my forearm.

After what feels like an eternity of blinking away spots in my eyes, the light forms a shape in the sky… an angel shape I know how crazy that sounds. An outline forms with the clear shape of outstretched wings. The longer I look, the more it forms a solid humanoid shape and descends to the ground not one hundred yards from our convoy.

“Cease,” says a silky yet authoritative voice.

“Who are you? What are you?” my squadron leader asks the vision before us. I say vision because the creature – human – is andogynous in apppearance yet stunningly beautiful. So beautiful.

“I am a Messenger. You know us as angels. And we have been sent to clean up your fucking mess.”


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