Apparently I was more tired than I thought today. As a result, I wrote a grand total of 124 words, all of which were part of the random planning stages of my newest Caladria story. Then I napped a lot, and now I’m watching I Know What You Did Last Summer with my sister. Oops.
Anyway, to make up for my disappointing lack of word count, here’s a short story for you. I wrote this one yesterday, based on this prompt from Yeah Write on Tumblr. Enjoy!
A New Path
by Eleanor Musgrove Continue reading
Today, I made an hour-and-a-half journey to go away for the weekend, only to realise on arrival that I’d forgotten my vitally important medication. Cue another 3 and a half hours, as the bus got stuck in traffic within sight of the train station.
I’ve also been feeling a bit disillusioned today, in general. I couldn’t quite face The Perfect Garden, which is in no way a good state to write in, and inspiration has deserted me for the day in terms of short stories, so I’m going to have to give it up as a bad job for the day. These moods happen, and they pass.
Besides, it’s really hard to type with two very enthusiastic dogs leaping about all over you.
Fortunately, they’ve just crashed. And I may never get my foot back.
Hopefully I’ll be back on track tomorrow, dogs and mood permitting. In the meantime…
Total written today: 0 words.
February total so far: 5310 words.
2015 total so far: 36682 words.
Talk to you tomorrow!
…Because the cat spent last night at the vet’s and came back this afternoon, so most of the time since then has been spent giving him smooches and cuddles. He seems a lot perkier now, apparently took a chunk out of a vet nurse (sorry!) and is sporting a simply fabulous leopard-print bandage, so that’s nice to see. Hopefully he’ll continue to feel better as the week goes on!
A quick writing thought, while I’m on the subject: do your characters have pets? Think about their relationships, not only with other members of the same species, but also with animals or other creatures. This is especially true of a reclusive character – you may not be able to show much about their personality if they never interact with other people, but you can see a lot in how they treat their beloved dog. By the same token, an extroverted, popular character may seem like one person on the surface but admit to their true feelings, dreams and insecurities only when they’re alone in their kitchen, opening a can of kibble and talking to their cat.
Animals are important, in real life and fiction. So I’m off to see if ours is still hiding in a paper bag now, and give him some snuggles.
Eleanor Musgrove 