Week One.... sort of

Having resolved to give up resolutions I’m instead making a vain attempt to set three rough and badly thought out goals for the week’s attempt at writing before 52 of the 7-day annoyances go by and all I’ve done is a few forum posts and some facebook activities. If you’re reading this feel free to join me, post your results if you’re brave. If you’re not reading this, well then your mother was a hamster, your father smelt of elderberries and all your goats are loose in the paddock (and a chronic Python addiction probably shows why I need discipline to write).

For this week;

1) Pick a character of your own creation and answer the following questions.

What would your character like to throw away and why? (could be an object, memory or person)
What is your character’s greatest treasure?
Has your character got a memory he/she would like to forget?
Do they have a secret? Is it a guilty secret or a secret pleasure and is it a big or small secret? How would he/she feel if it came out?

(idea shamelessly borrowed from Writers’ Forum)

2) Write a tweet-length story, so using 140 characters or less.

3) Submit an entry to any writing competition.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Ok, it's officially the very first day of 2011, and so the start of Scribbler's Sanctuary, the 346th attempt I've made to make myself write more often than I do at the moment (please note - number of attempts given as an approximate guide, actual number is probably far higher). Or more accurately, write more original fiction than I do. In 2010 I wrote reviews, fanfiction (for MANY requests), poetry, songs, random senile daydreams, forum posts, diaries and somewhere in the region of 30,000 words for essays/research projects/self-flagellating reflections. Yet while the number of original stories started easily reaches double figures, the number of original stories actually completed in 2010 stands at a very accurate 0. My only New Years Resolution this year is that this will change.

(And possibly that I'll drink more champagne, since rediscovering it since Christmas. This very post is in fact based on two and a half lovingly quaffed glasses.)

And the resolution is open to guests. If anyone wants to join me on this hopeless, hapless and all consuming quest to finally commit rambling ethereal musings to the merciless paper master let me know ;)

Happy New Year, Merry Hogmanay, over and *hic* (third glass nearly gone) out!