Sarah Ann Hall

Reporting on writing in progress or, more probably, not.

Posts Tagged ‘piano

#amwriting – Agents, here I come.

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My novel to pitch is now with eight agents. While I hoped this would take a day, it took two, as submissions were adjusted to meet agency specific requirements. Some require a query letter instead of a cover letter and synopsis. Most want the first three chapters as attachments, although one preferred the first chapter pasted into the body of an email. And there are agents who want submissions via hardcopy only, which I will approach once I have a new toner cartridge for my printer.

I realise submitting to agents should be an ongoing process until I find representation. However, it has been an energy-sapping couple of days and I am looking forward to writing again without strictures.

 

Priorities for the next fortnight: edit and write short stories based on friend’s picture prompts; prepare more agent submissions.

Ongoing projects successfully met: novel has been submitted; Friday Fictioneer stories have been posted regularly; piano practice has taken place; crochet projects have been completed.

Ongoing projects partially met: blog posts about writing and progress have been sporadic; blog reading is improving.

Ongoing project fails: learning Italian has taken a back seat.

 

 

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April 22, 2017 at 11:35 am

#VisDare 25 – Precarious – After the Club Closes

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I really liked Angela’s VisDare photo prompt this week. As ever, it has taken me a while to get my ideas into a coherent (I hope) story.

 

RULES:
150 words – or less.
Post entry to your blog and “link in”.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments.
(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)
DON’T FORGET to read and comment on others’ entries!!
As always – thanks for participating!

 

 

After the Club Closes (150 words)

She hobbled between the tables towards the tinkling piano. The low red ceiling, heat left by retreating dancers, and thrum of distant traffic, which sounded like the coursing of blood, made the club feel womb-like, safe. She knew it wasn’t.

She kicked off her heels, spread her arms over the piano lid. ‘Play me something cheery,’ she half-smiled, then rolled her flesh over the soothing wood. It wasn’t only her shoes causing her problems

She gazed back the way she’d come, through the floating pools of light. The darkness helped, but she’d reached that age, that indeterminate middle. Her voice was strong, her face hadn’t started to sag, and her figure remained sculpted. Still, it wouldn’t be long now before her bookings dried up.

Despite herself, her foot started tapping in time with the music. Her throat picked up the tune. Damn it, she would go down fighting.

 

 

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June 25, 2013 at 1:50 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 14/6/13 – Missing Musicians Mystery Solved

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Every Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff-Fields publishes a photo prompt to stimulate and inspire writers to write 100-words of flash fiction or poetry. Every Friday (or before) the Friday Fictioneers post their 100-word stories.

Visit Rochelle’s site for how to join in and read the other stories by clicking on the blue guy.


 

I feel a bit like the White Rabbit this week, ‘I’m late, I’m late…’ as the week has turned topsy-turvy. If my piece has the feel of an under-pressure-copywriter to it, all to the good. As I post, it’s still Friday in Honolulu.

 

Copyright -John Nixon

Copyright –John Nixon

 

Missing Musicians Mystery Solved (100 words)

The pianos that have been popping up on street corners are not the gift of a benign benefactor aimed at promoting street entertainment. Neither are they part of the council’s public art project.

Initial reports of people disappearing after striking the keys were dismissed as drunken ramblings. However, constant observation has suggested these old-style keyboards could present a menace.

Competent pianists are completely safe. Indeed, the pianos seem to glow in their presence. Children bashing away enthusiastically have been spared, mostly. But partygoers take note: anyone attempting a rendition of Chopsticks should expect to be swallowed by the machine.

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

June 15, 2013 at 10:02 am

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