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!

Saturday, 14 December 2013

Write a story about an empty glass.



It really shouldn’t have been a difficult decision. There should have been a moment’s hesitation, a polite, murmured deferral to one another, and a decision should have been made, the evening would have continued, it might have gone brilliantly, how can we know? But it didn’t, the question lingered in the air, the pause extended, three people trapped in a vortex of awkwardness and the knowledge that it should not have come to this. Expressions became slightly pained, there were multiple and extended “Ummm”s. I believe we may have been on the verge of uncomfortable laughter, which could even have absolved us, but instead the waiter said “Maybe I’ll just give you another minute....?” and bowed out of the situation, leaving a vacuum of silence in his wake. They sat there between us, the empty glasses. Such a simple question to unravel the evening before it had even begun... red or white?

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