Quote for the day

If you want to get rich from writing, write the sort of thing that’s read by persons who move their lips when they’re reading to themselves. 

~Don Marquis

Writing Prompt: The Midnight Hour

I’ve been awake since 2am. My cat stayed curled up at my side as I stroked her black fur. After an hour, I rose, put on a jumper and made myself hot chocolate. I’ve been watching Frasier for the past 30 minutes and I think that and the hot chocolate are working.

When I have insomnia, it gives me a chance to think about things outside of work. Friends, family, practical matters. Right now, I’m considering selling my house and moving back into the city centre (currently in the burbs). I miss the buzz of being able to walk out the door and into a crowded street, to get lost and wander new districts I’ve not had the time to explore. Commuting doesn’t lend itself to spontaneity.

When I lived in San Francisco, I used to step out onto Stockton Street and stroll aimlessly around the city. Sometimes, I’d end up at the Marina, looking at the gorgeous houses along the Bay, listening to the sea lions of Pier 39 and take in the sights and smells of the fishermen at night. At other times, I’d head up the hill towards North Beach. In the early hours, you could smell fresh coffee coming from the dozens of cafes on Columbus Street near the church in the square.

These days, I wish I could find new, random, as yet unexplored places in Edinburgh. I know how easy it is for one to take the things around them for granted; to not take advantage of the activities and beauty a place has to offer. Someday soon, I’m going to wander the city and night, see what happens when the sun goes down and take in the experiences that come with the dawn. For now, at last, I’m tired and am heading up to my bed and hope that sleep soon follows.

Writing Prompt: The Midnight Hour

Writing Prompt: Slowing it down

My last prompt dealt with moving forward, getting into the action and removing adjectives. This time, let’s go the other way. Slow down the narrative. Describe the scene again, only this time, slow the action right down to show us the characters, scene, setting, background. Show us what is happening as though you are describing a photograph. Exaggerate to the point where you feel like you’re trying to keep pace with an arthritic snail.

Writing Prompt: Slowing it down

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