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Writing Journal 28 July 2016

FICTION

I edited my story, Vodka Goggles. This story is from my Gluttony section for my collection of stories inspired by the seven deadly sins.

A woman has too much to drink at a work night out. She decides the best way to get the attention of the colleague she fancies is by dancing on top of the bar and singing cheesy songs. She makes a fool of herself.

NOVEL

I started the long process of changing the POV for The Ballad of Sarah Rose to multiple first person narrators.

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Writing Journal 27 July 2016

FICTION

I edited my story, Another Kind of Life. This story is from my Gluttony section for my collection of stories inspired by the seven deadly sins.

A woman accidentally stumbles across her husband’s secret sordid life as a sex addict when she is sent an unpaid credit card bill in the post.

I made a few minor changes. I corrected spelling and typing errors. I added some detail.

NOVEL

I spent most of yesterday thinking about my crime novel, The Ballad of Sarah Rose. I’ve decided the novel will work better using multiple first person narrators and in the past tense. I have a lot of changes to make over the coming weeks.

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Writing Journal 26 July 2016

FICTION

I edited my story, The Secret Eater. This story is from my Gluttony section for my collection of stories inspired by the seven deadly sins.

An insecure woman develops bulimia when she starts dating someone. She is on the heavy side and doesn’t understand why he wants her and is afraid he’ll leave her.

I made a few minor changes. I corrected spelling and typing errors. I added some detail.

POETRY

I’ve decided to stop writing my collection of poems about an intense, unhealthy relationship. I just can’t get it to work at the moment. I will write it someday but this isn’t the time. Tomorrow, I will start to work on my sequence about bullying that will use a similar structure to The Adoption Papers by Jakie Kay.

NOVEL

I’ve decided to change the tense for my novel, The Ballad of Sarah Rose to the past tense and see if I prefer this. Past tense is the most comment narrative style. Very few novels are written in the present tense.

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Writing Journal 25 July 2016

FICTION

I edited my story, The Hunger Artist. This story is from my Gluttony section for my collection of stories inspired by the seven deadly sins.

A woman struggles to cope with bulimia. She has an unhalthy, obsessive relationship with food. In the story she measures herself and discovers she’s 3mm wider. She then weights herself and discovers she’s put on a couple of pounds. This information horrifies and distresses her.

I made a few small changes but nothing major. I added some detail to show how the woman feels about her weight and physical appearance. I changed the order and structure of sentences to improve the flow of the story. I comined short paragraphs that dealt with the same subject into one, longer paragraph because it flowed better.

POETRY

I wrote a new poem called In The Darkness. This poem is about a woman who’s never really gotten over a failed relationship. I used the Five W’s form for this poem. This form contains 5 lines and each line answers one of the five w’s: who, what, when, where and why?

I wrote a new poem called The Drowned Day. The poem is about how I got soaked to the skin recently walking to work during very heavy rainfall. I used the Haiku form for this poem which has a set syallable count per line.

I wrote a new poem called Living In The Land Of Denial. The poem is about a woman struggling to move one when her lover leaves her for someone else. I used the Hay(na)ku form which is alternative to the Haiku and uses a set number of words per line instead of syllables.

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Writing Journal 22 July 2016

I edited my story, The Other Side of Love. This story is from my Gluttony section for my collection of stories inspired by the seven deadly sins.

A woman becomes bulimic when her boyfriend dumps her when they’re having dinner in a nice restaurant, publically humiliating her.

I made a few small changes. I corrected typing and spelling errors. I added some detail to improve the flow of the story.

I edited my new story The Den (Then & Now). The story is about a woman who returns to the place where she was gang-raped as a teenager. I made a lot of changes. The story had originally been written in the present tense. I decided I didn’t like this and changed it to the past which meant every other word had to be changed. I also added detail and corrected typing and spelling errors.

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Writing Journal 20 July 2016

I edited my story, Our Cheating Hearts. This story is from my Lust section for my collection of stories inspired by the seven deadly sins.

A woman’s lover punished her for sleeping with an ex more than a year ago by having a druken one night stand with a stranger she meets in a bar.

I made a lot of changes. The story was originally written in the 2nd person (you etc) and I decided this didn’t work and changed it to the 1st person (I/me etc). A lot of words had to be re-written. I also corrected some spelling and typing errors and added some detail.

I continued to write a collection of poems about an unhealthy relationship. I wrote a poem about the couple’s first real date. They got for pizza and end up feeding each other. They have sex in the bin-shed outside a flat.

I edited four new poems: Death of a Young Girl, The Last Stop, Walking With Ghosts and A Lost Heart. I didn’t make any changes and thought the poems were fine.

 

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A Cause To Celebrate

Julia opened the fridge and took out a bottle of wine that had been chilling from lunch-time. She filled a glass, drank it quickly in a few gulps, filled another and carried the glass and bottle into the living room.

It was almost 10pm and dark outside. The sight of the dark, deserted street unsettle her and she closed the curtains.

She stood in the kitchen door for a few minutes, sipping her wine and surveying the living room. The room was okay-sized but small and cramped with all her stuff crammed into every nook and cranny, draped over every surfance and piled everywhere. She’d wanted the house as soon as she’d seen it and had actually cried when Stella, her councillor at the shelter helped her to get it. She’d need to invite Stella ans the other women from the shelter round for a property party once she was settled in. She was starting a new job on Monday working in a nearby bookstore so it would be great to have a catch-up.

She made her way through the guddle to the music system sitting on a small table in the corner of the room. It was nothing fancy, an old one she’d picked up in a second hand store that would play her tapes. The CD craze had never captured her and she still listened to tapes and old records. She reached into the box of tapes on the floor, grabbed one at random and started to play it. All by Myself by Eric Carmen filled the room.

She cleared a space in the centre of the room by pushing the couch back and moving boxes out of the way. She took another sip of wine and started to dance in the centre of the room, singing along and drinking her wine.

She started to cry but they were happy tears, for a change. She was free and a whole new world had opened before her.

Copyright © 2016 by Pamela Scott

I got the prompt from the site. 

I used the 4th prompt:  

Dancing: Who’s dancing and why are they tapping those toes? 

I am definiately going to use this as the opening section of a story. I want to see where this goes? Why was the woman at a shelter? What does she mean by saying she’s free? What will she discover in this new world? Will she be able to leave the old world behind? I have lots of questions I want to explore.

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Writing Journal 19 July 2016

I edited my story, You Have Stayed Too Long. This story is from my Lust section for my collection of stories inspired by the seven deadly sins.

A woman finally gets the courage to walk out on a marriage that’s been dead for many years. She’s grown weary of her husband’s constant cheating.

I made a few small changes including adding more detail to improve the flow of the story and correcting spelling and typing errors.

I continued to write a collection of poems about an unhealthy relationship. I wrote a poem about the first time they have sex.

I edited my new poem, 29 Ways To Break A Heart. I made a few tiny changes including correcting spelling and typing errors and adding more detail.

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The Evangelist Who Doesn’t Believe In God

Many, many years ago, back when someone really old was a child I was a born-again Evanglist Christian.

I was the real deal:

  • I was a member in good-standing of an Evagelist church that my dad had to drive me to because it was so far away
  • I attended church every Sunday
  • I sang in the church choir
  • I belonged to a bible study group and went to meeting’s every week

My religious mania only lasted a few months. I didn’t do any of it because I had a faith and believed in God. I never believed in God. Believing in God is kind of a big thing for Evangelists.

I was going through a crisis. I’d started to realise I might be gay and fancy other girls and was completely freaking out. I thought my feelings were wrong, a sign of sickness and hoped the church would save me. It took a long time to disocver I didn’t need to be rescued.

I gave up being an Evangelist in 2001 when I realised I’d never be happy unless I could be honest with myself and listen to my heart. It took years more for me to completely come out but leaving the church was the start of a long process that was incredibly painful at times.

I never talk about my days with the church now. I can’t relate any of it to my own life. It’s like it happened to someone I vaguely know, a girl who went to the same school as me. When I tell people I used to be a born-again Evangelist I get one of two reactions:

  1. If the person knows me well they start to laugh which becomes awkward when they realise they’re the only one laughing. The ask me if this is some kind of joke and repeatedly tell me they don’t find it funny. They ask if I have a bible and churchy stuff (whatever that may be) hidden around my house. Some of them pretend I haven’t said anything at all and start talking about somehing else entirely
  2. If the person is any variant of a Chrisian (especially an Evangelist one) they are delighted to have stumbled across a kindred sprit. They start to quote bits of the bible at me and try to get my contact details to invite me round to their next prayer group. When I politely tell them I’ve left the church they get his look on their face like they’ve noticed a bad smell

 

I’ve been thinking about using my experiences with the church in my writing.

I wrote a poem years ago called Lost Child In A Church which deals with some of it but I think these few months could have a lot of material that could be mined. I could write somethingn really interesting though a bit personal.

Watch this space!

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The Little Call Centre Worker Who Could

So it’s Monday and I’m like when will it be Saurday again? And when will I have enough money to buy something big enough to break open a bank vault? And why doesn’t someone just put me down? 

I work in the call centre, so you get where I’m coming from? What sick b***** would look forward to that kind of torure?

Eight hours a day listening to people whine and bitch about how the £4 beef joint they bought from the reduced aisle was tough until I wish I could drive so I could mow them down and giggle like a mother f***** when their blood sprays my face. We all need a little fantasy to keep us going.

Today is the worst kind of Monday. I arrive with barely five minutes to spare and discover all the good seats have been taken and I need to sit next to Brad and Natt. We hate Brand and Natt. We want Brd and Natt to to be set on fire. We have little vodoo dolls of Brad and Natt that we stick pins in on a regular basis.

Brand and Natt are in lurve. They met at work. Can you imagine meeting your soul mate in a call centre? All the guys in my team are either a dufuss or a jerk and hell will freeze over before I even consider dating them. I know Mark, head jerk wants me. We had that one great, life-altering night together….

But I digress.

Brad and Natt love working in a call centre. They are happy little bunnies who love their job (and either have a bran tumour or have taken some serious mind-altering drugs). They are endlessly smiling and chirpy. I very often need to walk away to refrain from lifting a chair and smashing either one over the head with it.

This morning I was greeted with:

NATT: Good morning Paula (said with a grin that defines the space-time contiunium (whatever that is, if it is even a thing)

I mumble something under my breath that might start with a letter of the alphabet. 

BRAD: I just took my first call from a lovely woman whose dog got sick when she bought some different dog biscuits. 

I mumble something nonchalant while thinking kill me now, just kill me now. 

I was still hung-over from my Sunday night exploits and in no fit state (or mood) to deal with Chirpy 1 and Chirpy 2. I logged on, logged into my phone, chose the aux code for comfort break and headed to the coffee machine at the end of the room (while Brad and Natt tutted).

They were both, thankfully on calls when I returned to my desk, gulping down an Americano with five sugars like my life depended on it.

I changed the aux code to available, sipped my coffee and waited for the first whiny idiot to ruin my day.

I’d drunk about half the Americano when something stange happened. It started as little more than an itch but go worse and worse until I was frantically clawing my skin. Brad and Natt threw me a look of disgust like they were afraid I had rabbies and edged their chairs away from me.

By the time I’d finished the coffee the itching was unbearable. My frantic clawing had been noticed by everyone on the call floor and people were staring at me like I’d grown two more head’s. The itching stopped and was replaced by pain, so intense it made me cry out. People started screaming and I knew something was really wrong.

The flesh on both my shoulders had burst and something was moving and twitching beneath the burst skin. Brad threw his head-seat down and made a break for it, running towards the window. He grabbed Natt and kept running as a pair of beauiful white wings burst from my broken flesh. Brad and Natt were huddled in the corner, whimpering. People were running everywhere and screaming.

I tested my new wings. They were huge but felt so light. It took a few minutes for me to learn how exactly to roate my shoulders. I rose from my desk, into the air and started to fly all up and down the call floor, laughing while everyone screamed.

I flew straight through the first open window.

Copyright © 2016 by Pamela Scott

I got the prompt from this websiteI used the 3rd prompt: 

The Vessel: Write about a ship or other vehicle that can take you somewhere different from where you are now.

Wings aren’t really a vessel but they could take me somewhere different. I really like fantasy fiction but hardly every write it (because it’s crap) so I had fun with this. I haven’t decided whether to use this as the 1st draft of a short story.