“No one was sure why or how the Swedish fish first arrived, but from that point forward, things were different.*”
As part of my 52/52 challenge for 2016, I wanted to enter a writing competition before the end of the year, and so I have been working on a story pretty vigorously. Also, since I decided to try my hand at writing more seriously, some time ago, I joined an online author critique community.
I hate the way,
I feel I have naught to say.
I want to report today’s events
But it wasn’t exciting, no suspense
I miss the mountains and woodsy air
And struggle with feeling so lost from where
(I want to be)
‘Tis a time of change, these autumn days
Present-minded in them, may I stay
The young Ember grew among the clouds. One unexpected night, he descended to a Shanghai beach, his memories slipping away. He struggled against the loss, even after he stopped remembering why.
My mother was a cleaning lady, cleaning other people’s homes. Our own home was never so clean – her boyfriends never picked up after themselves. Our own home was filthy, and I couldn’t stand to be there. My own home is spotless, not a blemish to be seen.
Things are really exciting at Creo Somnium right now because I had a new story idea, and I’m also working on it in a different way than I have in the past. I’m doing more planning than I used to do, when I would just sit down and write and end of with a splintered story.
The theme or moral of the story is to trust your instincts – your brain and intuition.
“Excuse me,” she said quietly, preparing to dart out the bookstore doorway. Instead, he held the door open for her. “After you,” he said cordially.