Flash Fiction Challenge: “Self-fulfilling Prophecies”

I have had three or four failed attempts, but I’ve finally committed to one of Chuck Wendig’s flash challenges and last Friday’s theme was called “Ten Words Will Give You Five” - a random word challenge, where you had to incorporate five random words into a flash story. My words are undertaker, library, cube, dolphin and satellite. The result is the story “Self-fulfilling Prophecies”, in which I let loose a bit and just have fun with a few Bulgarian dimension jumpers on a job in the Library of Dead Books.

Here's an image to set you in the mood. This wonderful piece "Library" comes from BDBros.

Here’s an image to set you in the mood. This wonderful piece “Library” comes from BDBros.

The cube hums and ignites on my palm, casting blue-bladed shadows across the spacious hall. Darkness parts but for a few metres to reveal shelves with their tops worlds above.

“People, you’re welcome to the Library of Dead Books.” Continue reading »

What a Movie about Porn Taught Me about Being a Writer

About Cherry with James FrancoLast week I watched “About Cherry”, a movie about white trash heroine who stumbles into the world of porn. It’s a rather uninspired and bland movie. My biggest problem is that it presents an almost utopic face of the porn industry as a female led and female friendly industry, proving that perspective is the most powerful tool in storytelling.

However, I’m not talking about the movie or its highly improbable story, but share the brightest moment in the script. The scene takes place in a museum. Cherry/Angelina (Ashley Hinshaw) and Francis (James Franco) have just snorted some coke and discuss Francis’ failed art career and how he chose law instead.

It’s a rather silent moment. If you don’t really pay attention to what the characters say, you’d not notice it, but here it is.

Cherry: “I think that’s sad.”
Francis: “It’s good to know your strengths and your limitations. Because if you know your limitations, then you can work within them…”
Cherry: “Yeah, I don’t think I can make a decision like that.”
Francis: “Well, we make decisions like that every day.” Continue reading »

5 Things Song Covers Taught Me about Writing

Bastille & Gabrielle AplinEditing “The Girl with One Eye” has been a rather cathartic experience, because for the first time I didn’t stare at the piece and rely on intuition alone to solve its inherent problems but look into it as a composite of elements, clank my wrench against them and decide what needs fixing. I’ll have to talk about what being a grown-up writer is all about in a future post, but for now I’ll stick to the lessons my soundtrack taught me about writing.

Back at the story at hand. I edited “The Girl with One Eye” with one song on a constant loop and that is Bastille and Gabrielle Aplin’s rendition of Fleetwood Mac’s classic “Dreams”. The song feeds off on the original’s sound, but also manages to incorporate current musical styles through a blend of gentle synths. Combined with soulful vocal performances, the end result haunts the ear and begs for replay abuse.

Here’s the original for kicks: Continue reading »

Theresa Bazelli on Music and Writing

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Music and I have a funny relationship when it comes to writing.

I didn’t think that the two were acquainted until I stopped listening to music completely (but that is a different story). The well of words slowly dried up, and finding them became a chore. Sitting at the desk left me restless.

Writing is such a bodiless occupation. It transports your mind elsewhere, consumes everything, and it’s easy to neglect the body in the process. I realized I use music to reconnect.

Sometimes in the summer months, I’ll walk home with my ear buds in, hardly paying attention to the music. It makes the walk go faster, a background to my thoughts, muting the unimportant ones: deadlines, what to cook for dinner. Somehow, the joyful ones, the obscene ones, the terrifying ones, the reckless ones, manage to get through. Continue reading »

The February Achievements: Melancholy Edition

I love me some Poe!

It’s March! Hey, who kidnapped me and drugged me until it was March?! Huh?! Was it you?*

February has been a month devoted to recuperation. After encountering RSI (Oh, hai there, RSI, please don’t make me squeal like a wounded animal) for the first time, most of what I did in February concerned swift recuperation.** As I don’t do well with pain, I teetered out of control and went off course with what I intended to achieve this month. Nevertheless, I feel February as a month dedicated to stasis and mending. It’s rooted in my biology to hibernate during February. If January is the dramatic rebirth, February is the short spell of repletion as a necessary prerequisite to take on the months to follow. I take time to adjust my Lycra super hero suit and brave another year as the masked avenger known under the moniker Twenty Something - expert at self deprecation, artistic doubt and unrealistic expectations. Continue reading »