To that end, I’ve come up with a Plan Of Action for the next few months which I hope will get me where I want to be at the beginning of 2019 to start the year of with a bang.
So what does the rewrite mean? Well…
I woke up dead, the colour removed from the world.
The temperatures here on the Highveld are soaring and it seems like our spring will be very short-lived. However, the trees are green (the jacarandas half purple) and there are birds everywhere in the garden looking a lot happier that a month ago. Also, somewhere in the neighbourhood there is now a rooster — […]
Instead of having a slow and relaxing November, it will be a very busy month – in which I may just write 50 000 words in any case…
The exorcist arrived two hours late.
“You know how they are,” Josephine said, wiping her hands on her apron. “And they don’t care about what happens in the small towns.”
“The Angel’s Laugh” is a flash piece I wrote a while ago, inspired by another prompt (of which I cannot yet speak). The story, I felt, did not quite work for that prompt, but I still wanted to write it. If you haven’t yet read it, you can read it below, otherwise, you can scroll […]
My friends and I always sat in the shade of the stone angel during the summer. Every day the talk would turn to what could possibly be beyond the arch if it should actually open like the old wives’ tales said – if the angel should spread its wings. “I’m telling you, it’s some kind […]
Thanks to a bout of simply awful flu I completely lost track of time over the past three weeks! Well, let’s just say an anti-viral and anti-biotic later and I’m finally free of whatever it was that I had. (Thanks to having chronic pain I didn’t realise I was getting ill, so it took a […]
I stopped to smell the flower at the roadside. Its petals dripped red upon the ashen-grey ground. My back strained beneath my book-filled backpack. Them I dared not leave behind. I followed the painted flowers to a ramshackle building. There I found the artist on his knees, crying silent tears. “The paint’s finished,” he sobbed. […]