I don’t make New Years resolutions, but if I had it was to Game more. Now, that may seem strange, because it’s such a time sink, and most of the world is making an effort to game less, but I feel that there’s a creativity in gaming, if you can find the right game, and inspiration to be found through frolicking in strange and wonderful, fantastical lands.
Gaming is something I’ve done for most of my life and in a previous life I spent a lot of time in World of Warcraft. For a creative outlet project I wrote a blog as one of my characters, to explore the world as she saw it, rather than as I saw it. Of course, the result is fan fiction. I am going to share what is effectively a short story from that blog. A homage to my hardcore gaming days and my once great passion for WoW.
I woke slowly, swimming my way to the surface of a very deep sleep. My limbs felt heavy and I was supremely relaxed. I let the feeling wash over me, luxuriating in it as my mind rediscovered the body in which it lived. I became aware that I was lying on something firm, and warm, not a pillow, it rose and fell ever so slightly, ever so slowly, my right arm flung over it. Then I noticed a weight, wrapped around my torso. I felt safe, drifting on the edge of sleep, the last thing I wanted to do was open my eyes, but the sensible part of me told me I should at least investigate. I sighed and allowed my eyes to float open, taking a minute to focus. Read the rest of this entry
My daughter is now five and three quarters (those three quarters count a lot for her!) and, as I mentioned in the last post, we visit the library regularly to feed her (thankfully) insatiable appetite for new reading material.
My background in sociology and my move into feminism means that I’m more aware than ever of the cultural brainwashing that goes on through books, especially when it comes to gender and especially in those aimed at children.
So, you can imagine my reaction when my daughter presented me with Princess Grace by Mary Hoffman (2007).
All that pink!
That jewellery! Read the rest of this entry
The TV is on, people are moving about in the house and the fan-heater keeps popping on to blast me with hot air. I log in to WordPress, ‘add new post’ and then think about getting my headphones so I can listen to some music, block out the sounds of the ‘real’ world around me so I can focus…
Procrastination, but also I realise I’m unintentionally demonstrating what I was just about to blog about. Writing accompaniment.
Some people can only work in silence, without any distractions, I’ve never been one of those people. I find silence distracting…
While I wrote the first half of this post I was listening to the rattle of raindrops against the window (after I’d turned off the TV). Now, a few days later, I’m writing it listening to La Roux, As if By Magic, a song recommended to me by Last FM who’s recommendations I’ve been flicking through for the past few minutes (I’m not sure they quite get me yet!). More procrastination? Read the rest of this entry
Sonia G Medeiros over at DoingtheWriteThing sets a monthly challenge for those so inclined. There’s no reward except the pleasure of taking part. I thought I’d give it a whirl.
“This month’s challenge is to write a fifty word story using a one-word prompt and then to contribute a word to the prompt list.”
I chose the word Quotidian – I have never heard it before!
So, here’s my offering:
Time for change
At the stroke of midnight hopes for the year rose with bubbles in their glass. Hugging, kissing and laughing, they imagined the many changes needed to achieve their resolutions. As the glasses touched the table voices dropped and they knew that in truth they wanted little change to the quotidian.
An opportunity arose through my role at Women’s Views on News (WVoN) to write a guest blog for the National Women’s Council of Ireland (NWCI). There was no specific brief, both a blessing and curse to writers.
I spent some time considering my options. What was the link between me and my blog, WVoN and the NWCI?
Simple really. Feminism. Or rather, writing about it.
Read my guest blog over at NWCI
The fight for genuine equality between men and women has always been important to me and my time writing for WVoN has introduced me to a mass of fascinating people and subjects and opened my eyes to quite how hard a fight it actually is.
The week I sent the finished blog post to the NWCI had been a roller-coaster of highs and lows for the organisation. Read the rest of this entry
As we approach the end of 2011 and the dawn of 2012 I decided it was time for a new look here.
Astonishingly I’ve resisted an almost overwhelming urge to change the theme on my blog yet again and instead I’ve done a little bit of house-keeping and reorganisation.
In an attempt to find some structure and focus for this blog I’ve decided to make use of the WordPress categories system.
So, for now, we have three categories:
Writing – The majority of my posts to date fall into this category. All things relating to my journey as a writer, including what I’m reading and of course the odd review.
Photography – My photographic experiences and some of my photographs.
Creativity – A new category to chart and explore my forays into the worlds of crafting and baking, something I hope to do a lot more of, hopefully with the help and support of the wider world!
I have in mind a fourth section for all of my off-topic musings about my world, but we’ll see if I come up with posts for that category before I give it a whole section.
I hope that this will help me to channel my writing and also for you to get to what interests them.
Have a wonderful New Year’s Eve, wherever you are and whatever you’re doing. May 2012 be good to us all!
Everyone was standing really still, like when we play statues at school, most of them were looking up at the sky. Mummy was holding my hand very tightly and looking around at the frozen high street. The rain had stopped and now great big giant snowflakes were floating down to the ground. I stuck out my tongue and tried to catch one, but they kept floating away from me, or landing in my eyes, which stung a bit.
I could hear Christmas songs coming out of the shops and cars in the distance but it seemed all muffled a bit like when I hide under my duvet at night, I think the falling snow was soaking up sound. Some people had their mouths open like me, but I don’t think they were having any more luck catching snowflakes than I was.
A car drove past hitting a puddle, splashing a woman who was looking like she was going to be sick. The giggles rose up through me like a big bubble. I couldn’t help it, they came popping and hiccupping out of my mouth, and even though I tried to hold them in with my hand they squirted out of the sides and made my body shake. I knew it was rude to laugh but the lady looked so funny, her clothes all soggy and her hair all straggly with water dripping from her nose. Read the rest of this entry