Well blogging, we meet at last. I’ve had mixed feelings about the practice of blogging since I first heard of it and thought “Really? That’s the name you’re sticking with?” But it has finally reached a point where I think, well why not? Now I’ve never kept a blog, and I don’t actually know that much about them despite being part of “that generation” that should apparently have a manual of some sort in their brain for all basic computer programs and functions, in which case I don’t know if there’s some sort of formula to blog posts or some kind of blog management etiquette, but I’m sure I’ll figure things out. I only mention it so that if there are accidentally 20 posts in a row of the same thing or something you’ll be forewarned of the experimentation and learning period in progress.

So, the theoretical point of this blog is to be somewhere for me to post things that I write. And I do mean ‘things’ because I tend to write short snippets of fiction, though sometimes there are short stories and such too. I suspect most of my posts will come from an intriguing book I have which is called ‘642 Things To Write About’. It’s simply a collection of short (anywhere from a couple of sentences to just a word) starter phrases designed to get you thinking and writing. For instance, “The greatness of sandwiches” or, “Go to a café and closely watch two people interact. Then write a scene about to people in a café” or “Create an imaginary friend (human or not)” (I have high hopes for a hedgehog being involved in this one), and so forth. As you can see, they’re diverse, so posts on here could be pretty random. Just the way we like it I say. I imagine there will also be some first-person posts from me, who can say? But when things come from “the book” I’ll use the prompt as the post heading and then my writing about it as the body of the post (I say confidently, like I’ve already mastered my heading/post functions).

I’m not sure yet how often I will post something because I’m not sure yet how this blog and I will feel about one another, but I will try to post with reasonable frequency because, really, it’s just stagnating and taking up space in the ether otherwise. That being said, welcome to my blog invisible people!

Wednesday 29 August 2012

Anita Le Fleur

Rough waves tossed and collided, sending spray into the air. The choppy waters rose and fell, throwing ships about. But one by one they rode majestically over the swell, cargo ships, fishing boats, a large yellow duck...

Anita paused. She carefully observed the frothy bath water around her. Upon further consideration perhaps the rubber duckie wasn't in keeping with the feel she was going for. She carefully picked him up and placed him at the side of the tub. Perhaps in a different scenario Mr Duck.

Just then her Mother came in. "Anita! Look at this, there's water everywhere, the whole floor is soaked! What have you been doing in here!?" Anita stared at her neutrally. "Rough seas" she stated. Her Mother sighed and left.

Anita Le Fleur is five and three quarter years old. She is a creator of worlds, which she populates with people and events according to her tastes and in keeping with the worlds in which they exist. These are her stories.


*Now, a small editorial note here. Anita Le Fleur is a collection of little stories I'm working on, so whenever I have one in this series I will just post it under the 'Anita Le Fleur' heading, possibly with an additional title, like the one directly after this. These stories are designed, as mentioned, to be from the mind of a young child, parts of them come from musings I remember having when I was little, but I think following a train of thought into your own world is a common trait of most children; a delightful one which it's a shame we don't do more of as adults. These stories are meant to have (hopefully) a child-like feel to them, but they are also only first drafts, so they may be quite rough around the edges. That being said...as you were, pardon the interruption, do carry on!*

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