A poem about living deep in an unfamiliar city, and being woken up by what you'd expect in the city in the AMs... Enjoy, and let me know your thoughts in the comments!
A poem for grim city AMs
A poem for lazy mornings in the countryside
A relaxing poem to take you on the early morning route of a loaf of bread in the countryside. Enjoy, and let me know your thoughts in the comments!
Poems for broken hearts
Three poems with the theme of heartbreak. There's a lot to write about in this theme (quelle surprise), so these focus more on the positive sides. Enjoy, and let me know your thoughts in the comments!
Naming Characters and Locations
You’ve reached the critical mass of pronouns or alluding to the protagonist by characteristics, and it’s starting to look a bit silly; you just know you’ll have to go back and edit that out later. For now, you sit there. Stuck at naming a major character or location, feeling the pressure to pen the perfect name. Sound familiar? If so, you’re in luck, because this week’s focus is on naming characters and locations.
Writing Dialogue
Hey guys, let’s talk conversation this week. Dialogue is difficult to get right and trying to make it "realistic" usually results in dry and meandering conversations between characters where nothing happens. Let's explore what makes good dialogue and why it's needed, and finish with a list of quick reference tips...
Sci-fi futures
Today’s the first day of the new schedule's writing tips, so let’s keep it topical and have a chat about writing different flavours of sci-fi futures...
Writing set-up
With the prospect becoming increasingly likely that many of us will need to self-quarantine for 14 days at some not-so-distant point, let’s talk about having a good writing set-up. Because let’s face it, when you’re actually not allowed to leave the house, it’s going to be a choice between cracking the back of your project(s) or your sanity after Netflix asks one too many times if you’re still watching… So let’s bunker down and work on something that’ll last long after all this is over!
Inside the ship, missing re-entry.
The feeling, he realised, watching the pale blue dot grow smaller by barely noticeable, increasingly fatal increments, was like straining to see family wave goodbye in his wingmirror before turning a corner. Yes. Drifting away from Earth felt very much like that. An almost ordinary feeling and not as terrifying as he imagined.
Poems for Artemis and a Nymph
Two poems shamelessly inspired by the Greek myths about Nymphs and, the goddess of the hunt, Artemis. Enjoy, and let me know your thoughts in the comments!
Poems for sex and death… and the drunk man I once saw
My first four poems for this blog, around the very human themes of sex and death - with a slice of comedy. We should laugh more at the serious things in life, and in my experience, people can get awfully serious about these polar opposites. Enjoy, and let me know your thoughts in the comments!
