‘Trust her to be so impatient.’
‘But only just missing out!’
‘She fluffed a First by half a percent and didn’t complain.’
‘She shouldn’t mind dying a week before her 100th birthday then.’
Jennifer at elmowrites.wordpress.com recently posted about followers and converting readers of blogs to buyers of books. She posted her thoughts on 2nd September; I didn’t get around to reading them until the 18th, so was a little late to add much to the discussion, and it’s taken me until now to formulate a probably completely unrelated response.
I try to be a follower that reads. I might not always comment, but I do click though from my inbox to see what’s been posted. Since having three weeks off from blogging in the summer, things have been slightly out of control with my inbox hovering around 350 new emails – as fast as I read, like or comment, something new comes in to grab my attention. I tried starting my reading at both ends of the list to work towards the middle. I tried deleting everything over a week old. In the end, I had a good clear out before revising my ‘blogs I follow’ list. Most of the people who don’t like or comment on my blog, or even reply to comments I leave on theirs, I am now following in name only. For some others I now receive weekly rather than instant notifications of posts.
Trying to get to grips with 350 blog posts was taking time and effort. It took my focus away from my works in progress. Now, with fewer emails and posts to read, and having moved to an area with hardly any internet access for a week or two, I might be able to get back to work, as well as concentrating on the blogs I‘m still following and reading.
Every Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff-Fields publishes a photo prompt to stimulate and inspire writers to write 100-words of flash fiction or poetry. The Friday Fictioneers then post their stories.
Visit Rochelle’s site for more detail on how to join in. Read other stories inspired by the prompt by clicking on the blue guy.
The Seeker (100 words)
‘Morning, Miss Jackson.’
Dan watched the gnarled woman shuffle past.
‘She comes in same time every week,’ he scowled at his colleague. ‘Always leaves empty handed.’
‘She’s after a specific book.’
‘She tried Amazon?’
‘It isn’t listed. She checks every morning before methodically working all the charity and second-hand shops in town.’
‘What can be that special?’
‘A book her father appeared in. She remembers him being interviewed when she was little. It was donated accidentally years ago.’
‘She’ll never find it.’
‘Maybe not, but she’ll die looking.’
‘Not if we unearth it first,’ Dan said, heading for the bookcases.
Trifecta‘s prompt this week isn’t as sweet and pretty as it sounds.
1: an arc or circle that exhibits in concentric bands the colors of the spectrum and that is formed opposite the sun by the refraction and reflection of the sun’s rays in raindrops, spray, or mist
2a : a multicolored array
b : a wide assortment or range <a rainbow of flavors>
- Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
- You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
- The word itself needs to be included in your response.
- You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
- Only one entry per writer.
Success (33 words)
Dick laboured for his ‘live fast, die young’ lifestyle. Every miniscule scratch card win fuelled a large casino investment. After years of rainbow chasing, Dick settled into street life and achieved his dream.
‘We have a couple of word prompts for you to try this week.
What does the word ‘paradise’ mean to you? Can you find it on earth?
Alternatively, share with us your idea of listlessness. Your own, imagined apathy or your ideas of it.’
The haībun format is as follows:
A paragraph or more in prose (without metrical structure, such as poetry or verse) form
- the haiku/collection of haiku related to the text to close. The haiku should be as authentic as possible, no syllable count, no capitals or full stop.
- Each Challenge gives a choice of two prompt words, phrases, or photographs. Please choose one for your theme
(Read the other entries here.)
I have the whole day before me, alone. I have no appointments, the phone is off, the internet disconnected, there will be no distractions. The only sound is the distant rumble of planes heading in and out from the nearby runway. The ever-present thundering is comforting in its own way, until a bird banks overhead and, for an instant, I await the scream of unintended descent.
My desk is clear, I can choose my task. I have a manuscript to polish, short stories to edit, flash fiction to compose, and competitions to enter. There are ‘how to’ books on getting published to be read, and pages of downloaded advice that I need to peruse.
I have plenty to do, and want to do nothing. I’m not interested. Not today. I know I should, but there are other things to occupy me.
I have friends to email, but they’ve waited weeks for a reply so what’s another day? I have holiday photos to sort through, but will get lost in memories. I could go for a walk, but I want to stay warm.
I need to use the day profitably. The pity is, I only feel like resting my head on the table.
when opportunity knocks
my soul is in the wrong place
and can’t be bothered
This week Angela gave us another great VisDare photo prompt.
Post entry to your blog and “link in”.
A New Orbit (150 words)
Joseph walked in circles, lost and alone. Life had been so simple, now it was complicated. He knew he should understand. The lawyer’s voice had been calm, so matter-of-fact, but still the equations and numbers had Joseph’s thoughts spiralling.
It should have been straightforward. With Aunt Alice dead, as sole beneficiary, Joseph had expected to get her house. He hadn’t wanted it, but she’d always said it would be his. But there was more – money in trusts, shares and investments – all of it for him. The figures the lawyer had spoken of were mind-bending, which explained why Joseph’s brain was twisting back on itself, trying to catch hold of something.
Joseph’s linear life had become entangled. With his beloved aunt dead he was drowning. He had wanted nothing, yet received everything. His future would be richer, but his soul was already the poorer: the numbness over-powering.