inspiration, writing prompts

From Small Things …

I’m quite excited about what the month of February might bring – a little work for me, in the posting of a new creative writing prompt on this blog, every single day of this month of February, as well as the birthday of my super dooper bestest ever best friend, also known as my husband, Graham.

I hope that by the end of the month, I, and anyone who wants to come along for the ride, will have at least 29 new pieces of creative writing, that one hopes, might go on to become something more than just the small thing it began as. From a single writing prompt, may come an entire novel! Or, as in my case, the improvement of a poetry collection, that goes on to be published!

If you’re reading this post, and are excited about what may happen for you, for this month, I’d love to hear about it, please feel free to leave a comment, and we may begin a worthwhile discussion about writing related things – hopes for our writing, ideas about how to improve what we write, anything. We are writers, and we write – may our words bring worth to us, and to all who read our words!

I have dreams, I have ideas. If anyone reading this blog is interested, I love to give workshops to small groups, especially those who aren’t really sure about the scribbles they do, when they feel the need to get the stuff in their brain out, and onto the page. This writing can be rubbish, at times, but it can also be wonderful.

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Sometimes you can match the rubbish up with something else, give it bit of a polish, and it can become something far larger than the individual parts! Dare to dream, dare to write, dare to be your most fabulous self! And remember to tell people I helped you! Haha.

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An image I took recently, when there were so many very important things going on, that I knew I had to capture images of, but I felt impelled to take a photograph of the ground at my feet, and in that image, are so many individual things. Stones, pebbles, sticks, leaves, sand, dirt, and who knows what else. There’s the toe of my foot, and part of the chair I was sitting on, and a tiny piece of the pants I was wearing …

Is it, could it be, inspirational, who knows, but right know, at this very moment, I’ve begun thinking about the series of Cosy Murder Mystery books I’m thinking of creating, and maybe this image could have been taken by my amateur sleuth, Meredith, and it turns out to contain a vital clue to the question of ‘Who done it?’

Inspiration, what a lovely word it is. If I can inspire more loveliness in February, how awesome that could be, would be, should be! I ask of all to help the awesomeness manifest, for the month of February! Let this blog be inspiration for a more awesome world, filled with the awesome creative writing from February!

 

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Write For What’s Right!

I am a writer, I write for a number of reasons, but I’m thinking right now, I can use my writing skills for assisting good things to happen. Not good things for me, but for my community, my country, and for the world!

I am the editor of a monthly newsletter, that goes out to my local community, and beyond. I have hundreds of people who read that newsletter, the Mallala Crossroad Chronicle. As editor, I have complete control over what gets printed and distributed, and I feel like this avenue is a fine one to assist me in helping good things happen.

I often slip in little items of interest, random thoughts and ideas, so from now on, some of these items may begin to get a lot more serious. The country is burning, and my passion for doing what I can to help is also burning. We all can do something to help, whether by growing trees with Trees for Life, getting involved with a community group that helps other people in various ways, or something else that truly speaks to you.

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I’m looking for the good in all, in the hope others will want me to see it in them too! That’s my take on life, especially right now, thinking about the way our country is burning, people, property, animals, habitat, dying … But there are wonderful people doing wonderful things, both big things and small, and in this way, Australia can keep on going, doing the best we can.

As a writer, I will use my way with words for good, sharing good being done, finding good within myself, and in others, sharing the good news, and spreading hope and help however I can. I suggest that I’m not the only person out there, there are many writers with a much wider audience than I have, and I welcome anyone in this position top do whatever they can do too!

If you have a voice in the community, use it to speak good things, spread good news stories, engender hope, and together we can be forces for good!

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Falling Through the Cracks

This is Molly.

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Molly has no friends, and doesn’t want any, anyway. Molly doesn’t think anyone would ever want to be her friend, and she doesn’t care about that. At least, that’s what she tells herself, and she believes what she says.

If Molly had a friend, she thinks, she’s have to be nice to people, whether she wanted to or not, and smile. Molly watches people, the way they smile and hug, and she doesn’t want to do that.

But Molly has never had a hug from a friend who cared about her. Poor Molly … Molly can remember a loving hug, from someone, it was probably her nana, but her nana lives a long way away, and Molly isn’t even really sure where she lives, she’s forgotten. She knows her nana cares about her, but she also knows she has no hope of a happy life, because her nana told her that once, on the phone.

Molly isn’t even really sure what that ‘happy life’ would have been like, she just knows it’s different from her life, and it’s probably more like the lives of  the kids at school had.

Molly has tried to live a life, but has faced a instead, falling through all of the cracks there, every single possible crack. Molly isn’t anger at anything in particular, because there isn’t one thing to blame. She blames every single thing. Everything that cold go wrong has gone wrong. She has tripped over every possible stepping stone in life, missed every target.

Molly was never taught how to ‘get on’ in life. She has no real understanding of the concept of ‘life’ as such, but just that people can sometimes hurt here, and she never knows which ones will hurt her the most. So she keeps away from all people, as much as she possible can.

The task of socialisation of children is one that is taken on by parents & teachers. Well that’s the way it’s supposed to go, but sadly, for many children, there is no parent willing or able to take on that task, so the child suffers.

Without at least adequate socialisation, the child may fail to find out how to fit into society, and remain forever on the edges, never knowing what they’re doing wrong, or how to find out the proper ways to be, so society sees them as a problem, if they are even noticed by their society. They live on the edges, and hide themselves away if they can, always …

Molly is not stupid, but she is profoundly restricted in her abilities to find her way through the seeming maze that is the world she is trying to live in. Will Molly ever find clues and lessons that may lead her out of the maze that is her sad, sad life?

Molly was quiet in class, never said a word wrong, and barely ever said a word at all in class, or to the other students or teachers. She was the weird kid, that everyone ignored, and she seemed to like to be left alone anyway, so no-one worried, really.

Who can tell? We’ll just have to wait and see. If you ever come across anyone like Molly, maybe you may become the one person who cares enough, to help that person. Would you do that? Are you brave enough and do you care enough?

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