With a unique style of language and her tenacity in submitting her work for nearly ten years, Eimear has now been recognized for her ‘hurtling, comma-free voice of an unnamed narrator.’ Interestingly, although the book has won praise from literary critics, it has the lowest Amazon star rating.
Is there a lesson here? Should we not be so focused on ‘ratings’?
As a multi-genre author, I delve into all types of writing – it is part of my journey. Here are a couple of quotes reflecting that:
So what shall we do as a prompt? How about you create your own writing inspired quote?
Apart from the $50,000, which every writer would welcome with open arms, the winner receives a replica of an eagle feather cast in silver and a certificate of recognition. The feather is stunning and worthy of a picture. Isn’t it beautiful?
Have you ever entered a prestigious competition?
There are two kinds of writer: those that make you think, and those that make you wonder.- Brian Aldiss
Have something to say, and say it as clearly as you can. That is the only secret.- Matthew Arnold
Friday Fun – Starter sentence: The old woman was laughing hysterically sitting at the bus stop.
The passion for books is not dead and this article proves it. If so many people are willing to brave the cold to physically pass thousands of books into a library, then we have hope that reading for gaining knowledge and for pure joy is alive and well. History is unfortunately littered with book burning’s for political and religious reasons but the human spirit and love of books has never been squashed.
When you realize how long the list is, then you understand books are more than paper sheets bound together – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_book-burning_incidents
Saving them is paramount for future generations not just for historical reasons but for the author’s words to be shared and loved beyond their life. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Book_burning
“The people who stood in the Baltic Way remember that feeling of being shoulder to shoulder with complete strangers. The people taking part in the book chain who are prepared to stand here on a cold winter day are taking this seriously too – we are literally standing up for culture.”
Quotes: “A room without books is like a body without a soul.” ―Cicero
A personal favorite as an English woman: “You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.” ― C.S. Lewis
And now for the fun part of today. A prompt to spark your imagination:
While hiking through a ancient woodland you discover a moss covered metal box with ornate brass decorations. What is inside? Where did it come from?
A couple of quotes to ponder: It is perfectly okay to write garbage—as long as you edit brilliantly. C. J. Cherryh
Not that the story need be long, but it will take a long while to make it short. Henry David Thoreau
Fun prompt to get that muse working: The fire alarm goes off in your building just as you step out of the bath. As you hurried wrap a towel around you and rushed into the hallway a shame faced neighbor rushes out of their door, apologizing profusely. “I was using my oil-less fryer and it filled the room with smoke. I opened the door to disperse it.” How would you or your character react?
This word was just too good not to use as a prompt. Can you share yours?
It started with a slight itch on my wrist, one of those persistent itches that become so annoying. Apart from a slight redness, my skin did not show any signs of irritation, even under close scrutiny. After several days, my constant scratching had left deep tracks where my nails dug into the flesh. Even applying lotion after lotion didn’t end the relentless itching. I was beginning to lose my mind with the consistent nuisance, day and night, night and day. Another night of disturbed sleep, in which I had resorted to gnawing at my wrist was the final straw.
Stumbling to the bathroom I squinted as the light burst into life flooding the room and making me squint. As my eyes adjusted I glimpsed at my wrist, there I saw a huge bulging blister. It was so big the layer of skin containing the liquid was transparent. Inside was a pale yellow fluid. The skin around this enormous phlyctena was an angry red. The itching was beyond anything prior to this moment. It would surely drive me mad.
Well enough was enough, I’d burst the horrible thing and be done with it. I sterilized a pin with a lit match and grabbed a tube of antibiotic cream. Holding my wrist over the sink with the pustule facing downward I took a deep breath and pierced deeply into it. At first the skin resisted then the sharp point entered the bulbous form. A trickle of liquid seeped out at first then as I withdrew the pin the trickle increased slightly. It would take too long to drain the blister that way so I pierced it several more times. The viscous liquid oozed from the holes and dropped into the sink, drop after drop. As I watched something twitched inside the pustule. Now I was seriously grossed out. Had something been living under my skin?
Whatever it was I wanted it out of there. With no thought of the pain that would surely follow I snipped the blister with a pair of scissors. There squirming in the liquid was a tiny maggot. I very nearly threw up. Using the tips of the scissors I managed to flick the maggot into the sink. It wiggled and twisted. I gulped air as my vision became blurred. Don’t pass out now, make sure there aren’t any others in there. Poking the loose skin of the empty blister I peered into it hoping not to find any other maggots. No more thank goodness.
I held my wrist under the tap with the hottest water I could bare running. My skin turned red as the scalding water seared onto the exposed flesh where the blister had been. Dapping the area with a soft towel tiny spots of blood began to appear. I would let it bleed for a while then apply the antibiotic cream. A trip to the emergency room was in order just to make sure there were no more maggots. May be I should have kept the horrid thing so the doctor could see but it was long gone down the drain. At least the itching had stopped.