What is a writer?

Like a prize fighter.

The poet owns it.

Will never quit it.

But sometimes like the boxer

Tiredness becomes her

And there’s no more energy

Inspiration is the enemy.

So to get some inspiration

Like finding a new destination.

The poet will use prompts.

Like those found here, foot stomp.

Tessa🦋...

I suppose it’s common, biting your nails, but perhaps more uncommon biting your nails over a story. My ideas were flowing a day ago, but now, now the words just can’t seem to form. I’m stuck, how do I get these characters to work.. how do I get any of it to work?

Yesterday I had ideas, today I simply feel like they were all different stories lying about being one, the characters wouldn’t get alon...

Tracey sat up in bed. She wasn’t sure what had woken her. She listened intently for a few minutes but couldn’t identify anything out of the ordinary.

She was about to lay back down when a flicker of movement caught her eye. She looked to her window and saw a shadow slide across it.

Tracey waited for any more activity. When none came, she groaned softly. Swinging her legs out ...

She stared at the notification that had pinged onto the screen of her phone.

‘Don’t break your 15 day writing streak! Keep going!’

She stifled a yawn. She just wanted to lay her head on her pillow and drift to sleep. But she knew she should write. She’d made that commitment to herself, after all.

She opened up the writing app and looked at the writing prompt for today.”Write a story about a cha...

"I don't even know why I'm procrastinating. I like this story. I always choose a story I like, when I have to write something for class."

"Well, maybe that's just it." Elle poked at my forehead. "You have to write it. For a grade. And that's not something you like."

"I really don't."

"And it's easier to not do something than do it."

"It really is." I sighed. "I'm so looking forward to getting ...

Warm breath tingled the back of B's neck, and she knew they were there.

A delicate swirl of steam drifted from her favourite cat mug, the tea, a charming distraction, and a plate of Custard Creams appeared next to her laptop.

She took one of the biscuits, ignoring the subtle subtext that they weren't there out of kindness, but as a bribe.

"What do you want?" B huffed. The cursor winked unfavoura...

THE WRITER - First Draft

‘I should have picked a different character name,’ Jawafra said.

‘Why?’ Fragglet asked. Three of them—a small writing group called The Type-Ohs—all worked on separate pieces in a cocktail lounge in Las Vegas [alt. Small cafe in Paris. Maybe jazz is playing in the background. Note: Research cafes in Paris]. ‘Raquel is a great name.’

‘Yeah. But it keeps trying to autocor...

‘Nigella was bold, brave and beautiful.’

Nigella ripped the page free from the pad, brushing a tear aside before it could stain the next one.

‘Nigella was naive, ridiculous, and stupid, stupid, STUPID.’

Yes, Nigella sniffed, this was much closer to the truth.

‘Nigella was naive, ridiculous, and stupid, stupid, STUPID. She thought she knew everything about the world, about her father, and abo...

The computer screen gazed blankly at me and I mirrored it. The screensaver, darkness. A chance to examine myself.

“Go on then,”

I say to the void siting behind curved glass.

“Why don’t you write for me,”

I joked to myself, kicking my feet up onto another chair. I grab the bag of walkers crisps I left in a draw underneath the desk, the corner of my eye spotting something peculiar. A strange ...

I'm going to write a book. It will be the best book. I have a ton of original and hilarious ideas. It'll definitely be a NYT bestseller. I can't wait to get started. I should make some coffee first. And I'll def need something to eat so I don't get hungry and distracted. Not sure how I'm going to be able to do anything if I know the sink is full of dishes. That reminds me, we are out of dish soap ...