A Fickle Femme – The Writer’s Way
She adds after a fractional hesitation. “You?” “Bloody, John the store man messed up again today; he gave us three windows up at Portland where none of the glass fitted. […]
OMG you didn’t? – The Writer’s Way
In this exercise from The Writer’s Way, Sara Maitland asks us to record snippets of character insights. Tiny things count. For example: Your reaction on meeting a person for the first […]
Who’s That Girl? – The Writer’s Way
She ducks a fraction as she enters the country hostelry. Not that she needs to; as even in the moderate heels she always wears, she would have cleared the doorway. […]
The Story of Songthrush – The Writer’s Way
Prelude to the Turdidae Network: In late spring, the Turdidae Network meets just before dawn at the edge of a wood in the south coast county of Dorset. Each chorus […]
Something Borrowed – The Writer’s Way
It is just before seven on a normal week day morning. I am up, dressed, and ready to go. I give my husband a quick peck on the cheek, fetch […]
Ziggy Stardust – The Writer’s Way
Ziggy was the faithful servant of Pasch, an Egyptian Cat goddess and protector of children and all cats of course. Most often, Ziggy could be found curled up beneath the […]
Getting Up! – The Writer’s Way
The alarm is searing through the early morning stillness. It’s screaming to be silenced. I get up with my eyes half closed. Being somewhat short-sighted, I think that squinting aids […]
A Portrait in Time – The Writer’s Way
Slowly; so very slowly she opens her eyes. In contrast she darts a glance around her. Had anyone noticed the passion that had suddenly and uncontrollably coursed through her body? […]
Shaun the Flying Sheep – The Writer’s Way
Once upon a time in a field far, far from here, Mrs. Sheep a round pug-nosed curly haired variety had just given birth to her very first litter of lambs. […]
Sensory Seduction
Do you know what it is like to have a number of elements coming together at the same time that focus on one particular area of interest for you? This […]
Honouring Connor – The Writer’s Way
Part One Connor was born prematurely. He had been plucked unceremoniously from a horse chestnut tree one gusty pre autumnal night and now he lay nestled among the tired hand-like […]
Purple Musings – The Writer’s Way
Purple it’s such a majestic colour. It’s the colour of Edward de Bono’s riding boots – one of six styles of shoe that describes the way one takes action in […]
Why I Want to Write – The Writer’s Way
Part of the reason why I have not committed to writing in the past is that I was not sure that I have anything special to say, or anything that […]
