Monday 16 December 2013

The Crown She Wore...



The crown she wore was fashioned from dead things. Flaking, breaking, brown rattling dead things. Strung together on a bramble wire. Walking through the woods, her eyes slid easily to the sights between the stripped branches; a fine white mist here, a tumbledown of pine cones there. There were only dew-flecked squirrels for company. She was their queen.

Friday 13 December 2013

As They Skated...



As they skated, further, faster, their black forms grazed the ice, carving out the twisting intricacies of their deadly dance. The snow repelled them, covering any mark with fresh powder. She swept across the land with her own sweet song, lightly folding everything into a soft embrace. The dancers swept their arms through the crisp air, beckoning the darkness to come.

Thursday 5 December 2013

They Swung About...



They swung about with an endless gaiety, the tenants of the trees, their scarlet and storm blue feathers flashing in amongst the sleeping branches and dull warmth of the evergreens. They began to sing, a full and lusty song against the sharp winter. They had defied its bleak embrace, up here above the brittle ground, with clusters of jewel berries sustaining their song.


Oops, things went rather quiet for a while there - and probably won't quite return to full force until after Christmas (tis rather frantic working in retail in December!). Was away for a few days & under the weather to boot but hey ho - onwards & upwards! I had a crack at NaNoWriMo during November - didn't quite make the full 50k what with being away and other stuff but managed a fair amount considering (maybe a dose of delirium thanks to ill health helps?!), it was quite a lesson in suspending the need to perfect & edit, but also on how to make a story move along at a goodly pace. So glad I had the chance to give it a go, it's completely changed how I'll go about my work in future and it's so thrilling to have a substantial piece of work that I can refine and work on next year. 

The last few months have been very strange - quite stressful as I've had to completely rethink how to run my business in relation to my health which has severely and worryingly affected how much I can do at the moment, but this little relief of writing odd stories when I'm knackered and can't really get off the sofa, or be very coherent at anything else, is such an odd sort of blessing/lifeline. Looking forward to a calmer next year *touches all the wood in the room!*

PS. It's worth clicking that image source link up there - it goes straight to a very charming ebook.