Weather Headache

We’re born. We live. We die. Does that take us somewhere new or back nowhere? Can we do both?

I attemtped to characterise these theories so they can coexist as a Schrodinger cat phenomenon in my latest story:

http://uselessminx.com/Weather_Headache.html

Only 342 words! Hope you like.

The Slow-Motion Bullet Experience

Yesterday I skived out on myself. I had set myself work to do but then snuck out while my conscience wasn’t looking and got on a train. I brought something I was supposed to read to ease the guilt a little.

I sat down and like a good student got out my tutorial material, reading rapidly (and therefore learning barely anything). I didn’t look out the window. I love looking out the window. I like to lean back and feel how I am being physically shot forward through space, a sort of slow-motion bullet experience.

Not being able to look out the window made the experience more surreal, because my attention was still on the world outside that I was being flung through.

Maybe other adults aren’t fascinated by this sort of thing anymore. 

I can’t suppress my child-like awe.

A day for subtle romance

because it certainly isn’t a day for working hard. More like a day for sleeping.

The new story is up:

http://uselessminx.com/Stockholm_Bridge.html 

I think the pace is too fast. I am generally too concise as a writer (not a common complaint!). I’m working on it. This story may need reworking later, or I may take it down in a few months. It depends on my mood.

Today I saw….

• a black bunny with a white stripe on its nose
• a pair of boys who found it hilarious when they came up and said hello to me
• a man who couldn’t sit still
• an old lady with the harshest voice in the world
• a slightly younger lady with a pot-belly trying on skin-tight clothes
• a teenager who wanted to quit school
• and a floral dress that looked magical, except it set off my manly, bandy knees

Another Three Up

Why the hell not?

Two fragments and a (half-baked) story: Like Ketchup, Envelope and Conspiracy.

http://uselessminx.com/Short_Stories.html

Website of Glory!

Three new pages have been set up, including a writerly forum!

Now anyone can post their stories and have them reviewed, or post creative writing titbits, or set up challenges etc…

http://uselessminx.com/FORUM.html

Angry Charity

The next one is up!

“Already?” I hear you cry? Indeed. I know you have all, the masses of you, been hanging on tenterhooks to get at it. So here it is:

http://uselessminx.com/Angry_Charity.html

(If that wasn’t written sarcasm at its finest, I’ll eat my dinner.)

Next One On Its Way

The next story is being put up as we speak. Well, it’s more of a fragment or scene than a fully fledged story.

The link will be:

http://uselessminx.com/Apples.html

As an aside, I’ve figured out RSS. I use raw feed (subscribing brings it straight to my Live Mail program) but the reader options are also available too.

Ok post

Here’s the link:

http://uselessminx.com/Because_In_1938.html

To post or not to post

I’ve discovered the secret to ending my writer’s block. It works like a charm and I’m spilling words like I haven’t in years. The only problem is the speed of my writing has come at the sacrifice of quality.

I have about 10 short stories written in the past week and I’m not sure they deserve to be posted.

I guess I’ll wait… and if I continue to be dissatisfied, some shall go up.

Bribery: it works

I knew skipping those handful of days when I was in school would be back to haunt me.

And now here I am, being paid to go to school, ignore the teacher and basically do nothing. (Sound nice? It isn’t.)

But I suppose all jobs are a form of bribery. It seems to be the only real incentive to get people to work. Promise them inner peace and they’ll do a half-arsed (or no-arsed) job. I know I would.

So here’s to bribery! It keeps us from doing what we love.