This flash fiction was written when I answered a request by author, Katharina Gerlach, who wanted flash fictions were the main focus was a Tree. This was part of a Writing Advent Calendar.
In my continued effort to push my comfort zone, I am sharing this here on my blog as well. Hope you enjoy! Any thoughts, feel free to leave a comment.
The tree appeared one day.
As the sun crested the horizon, Jonah looked out of the window to find a mature tree, dense with foliage in the corner of his garden. Leaves the colour of moss rustled in the winter breeze.
He staggered out, pulling on his coat against the chill that tore up his spine when he realised just where the tree had grown. His thick-soled boots crunched through the snow.
Well as we slink towards the end of 2017, I thought I would do a wrap up as way of a last blog post for the year.
[ Life ]
The year started badly when my sister went into a coma. Followed shortly after by another family member going missing. Thankfully my sister recovered and the family member was found.
Then there was the closing of my office, meaning I was out of a job. Definitely put a crimp in my plans since suddenly money became tight.
That was followed with a “Bold Move” plan were we decided to leave England and move to Northern Ireland.
We are still coming to terms with the change, but we have plans to get us where we want to be and we are trying to stick to them.
Sadly the year ended badly when we had to say goodbye to our beloved cat Marvel. She was over 16 years old, had hyperthyroidism and had recently developed a heart problem.
She took a bad turn last Saturday and was rushed to the vets, were we had to make the heart-breaking decision to let her go. Both myself and my partner were with her at the end, which we are truly grateful for but her passing has left us hollow.
We have all seen the news regarding the extend of the harassment and abuse that has been ongoing in Hollywood by men who have been using their power and status to abuse people. Many brave actresses and actors have been speaking out about this. Today’s guest poster is the author Lindy S Hudis who knows about these scandals first-hand. She shares her story here.
I moved to Los Angeles in the spring of 1992 to become an actress. I had no money, contacts or connections, just a heart full of dreams and a spirit filled with ambition. I moved into a tiny studio apartment right in the heart of Hollywood. I felt that I was on my way, and I was excited!
I did everything right. I had studied drama in New York, New York University Tisch School of the Arts, as a matter of fact. I had done quite a bit of live theater, including a season of Summer Stock in Upstate New York, and several Off-Off Broadway plays. I quickly learned that nobody was half as interested in looking down my resume as they were in looking down my shirt.
I am fortunate to have the wonderful Kim Chance, author of Keeper, back on this blog. Check out her interview below.
Interview with Kim Chance
1 – Have you always wanted to be a writer?
I feel kind of strange saying this, but no. Writing has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I wrote some short stories and poetry as a kid, but most of my writing took the form of daily diaries and journals.
I still have a box full of them! Once digital journals became a thing (anyone remember LiveJournal?), I kept one all through high school and college. Writing has always played a key role in helping me process the world and my feelings about it.
01 Writing takes practice
Of course it takes practice. It is like anything, you can bring all the talent you have to a creative endeavour, but if you are going to progress you need to practice.
Skill is developed and it needs space and time to grow. I am actually saddened when I see new writers who say “I’ve started writing a novel,” and then a month later they are publishing it.
I am sure there are the odd savants out there who can churn out a novel and edit it within a month and it’s a masterpiece. Let me just say I haven’t come across any yet. Writing needs patient, time and a helluva lot of blood, sweat and tears.