Glass of white wine to the right, smoke curling from the incense stick in the corner and a crisp, blank piece of paper. Oh the possibilities. The ideas bounce off each other in my mind, phrases spinning past, careering out of control. The landscape of ideas is colossal.
Here are some of thoughts in my head right now.
There is a little old man called Malcolm. He’s used to a quiet life, he likes cats and getting the mail. He’s also a character in a short story I started writing today. I made myself a challenge for one of my assignments.
Here is a quick intro to assignment;
Each story must be between 500 and 3000 words long.
Your total word count must be no more than 4,000 words, and no fewer than 3,500.
Now, my challenge is this. To write one of the above stories in around 500 words. I’m used to rambling on with lengthy descriptions. So, I thought, this time I would attempt to write something short and snappy. (I’m already working on a “long, rambly piece” for the other part of the assignment).
Malcolm has found a notebook in a taxi, full of names. One of those names is his, so he takes the notebook home for further inspection.
Now I must decide his fate.
There are few ideas tumbling around up there in the grey fog. I’m guna sleep on it.
One thing I should mention is this. My story has to fit some requirements. It has to have structure, conflict and an underlying theme.
What else, what else…
I just watched a movie called ‘The Wackness’ (2008 by Jonathan Lavine) It was rather ‘wack’. It’s about a drug dealer and his troubles. Mostly I think its about love and the different forms it can take. I actually quite enjoyed, I’m quite partial to weird movies
I think I might call it a day and do some course exercise. I have to write about someone being mauled by a large dog – not all bad, I also get to save them. More on this later.
Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful.
– Albert Schweitzer