Can you write ‘on the hop’?

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Do you need complete space, peace and quiet when you write?  Or can you write ‘on the hop’?

Me?  I find I do a bit of both.  I manage to have bite-size bits of conversations (usually with others but sometimes with myself!) while I’m jotting my notes and, so long as I edit, it seems to work okay.  This is probably because the foundations are there in the first place.

It’s the same when I’m brainstorming and an idea naturally develops into something bigger.  You know, like when you write a whole piece in one sitting and you hadn’t intended to?

I find that I can still multi-task.  In actual fact, I much prefer to multi-task because I find it helps the creative process.  It seems to spur me on, helps me to mull things over and gets me to the finished piece.

So, to go back to the question at the beginning, how about you? Do you need complete space, peace and quiet when you write?  Or can you write on the hop?

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The Bonfire Night Party Alibi

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The haze of bonfire night smoke lingered long after the final sparkler had died out and gone cold on the ground.  The smell of the smoke lingered longer.  Anyone wanting an alibi that night could comfortably say they had been to the bonfire party. All they had to do was show their face and claim they had been there all night.  No one would be any the wiser amid the crowd of faces milling about.
Or would they?
The murderer was something of a rookie.  They had wanted a quick death; the less blood and gore the better.  Even better if there were no blood-curdling screams.  Although the fireworks would drown that out, they would have to time it well.  In light of that, a ‘clean’ method had been chosen.   The glass of mulled wine that had been laced with poison had been thoroughly enj

oyed by the clueless victim.  And it hadn’t taken long to work either.  Our murderer hadn’t reckoned on it being sofast-working.

Now all that remained was for the murderer to dispose of the victim on the burning bonfire.  The embers would be glowing long into the night and the following day.
But would the smoke screen last that long?

 

Without books, where would we be?

 

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Simply ‘books’

Books come in all shapes and sizes,

Different genres and many guises;

In paperback they can be found,

And in hardback, perfectly bound.

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Or how about the ebook era

In black and white on a ‘reader’?

Some don’t like them, some folk do;

I’m quite partial and have written a few…

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However you prefer to read,

Books spread knowledge, help us succeed;

Help us relax, de-stress the mind,

Help us escape and unwind.

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Reading is the perfect pastime,

From true romance to a gritty crime;

Without books where would we be?

Let’s grab a book and cup of tea!

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By Carol Cameleon

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Prose for Thought

So, what is thunder?

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So, what is thunder?

It’s something to ponder
To muse and wonder
Crash, bang, wallop
What is thunder?
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Is it my banging head?
Time to sleep it off, get me to bed
Like the shrill of a pneumatic drill…
What is thunder?
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Is it my heart?
Why did we part?
Laying so heavy
What is thunder?
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Is it my tummy
Needing something yummy?
Time for a snack
What is thunder?
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Or is it nature’s new dawn
Brewing up a storm?
Invigorating, refreshing
That is thunder…
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By Carol Cameleon

How to find blogging inspiration from other blog posts ~ #WonderfulWorldofWriting

How to find inspiration from other blog posts #WonderfulWorldofWriting

How to find inspiration from other blog posts #WonderfulWorldofWriting

I recently saw a blog post from Tales of the Motherland called “Alone in a hotel room”.

From the title I assumed it would be a sad post full of soul-searching.  While I write this (very rarely do I type and go!), I haven’t read the blog post, as I don’t want to be swayed by the content.

It struck me how much just one word can convey.

To a busy parent it could mean 5 minutes of peaceful me-time

Or it could be someone travelling for work with only wifi and/or satellite TV and/or mini bar for company.  (Not exactly alone then!…)

‘Alone’ can mean so many things to so many people.

It can mean a deep, empty feeling of being on your own.

It can mean shutting a door on an intrusive world.

It can mean time to free your soul by putting pen to paper in letter writing or any kind of writing.

It can mean absorbing yourself in a book (bliss!)

What does it mean to me?  Well, from past experience, alone is a black place to be.  Being alone can mean too much time to wallow.  I used to feel ‘too’ alone when I experienced depression (which was, thankfully a good while ago now).

I used a journal to record something positive each day and when I recovered, I vowed I would never, ever go there again.

Along with focussing on all things literary and writing, I try very hard to keep my Virtually All Sorts blog positive and to that end, this post will finish on a positive slant.

For me, ‘alone’ has to be indulging in a bath of the perfect temperature, candles on and a good book afterwards (don’t want it getting soggy or the ereader falling in the bath!!)

So what was the point in me writing this post?  It struck me how just from reading a title containing a single word can provoke thoughts and feelings and inspire a whole new blog post.  Do read Dawn Landau’s post at Tales from the Motherland to see why she wrote the post that inspired this post…

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What would you do if you had some ‘alone’ time?

Tell me in the comments below.