tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post8297946049068804318..comments2024-03-28T06:16:39.508+00:00Comments on Help! I Need a Publisher!: CAN YOU LEARN TO WRITE?Nicola Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189894289540344094noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-83778867517068805542009-08-25T13:28:18.102+01:002009-08-25T13:28:18.102+01:00Polly should have known.Months of far-off looks, h...Polly should have known.<br><br>Months of far-off looks, head cocked on one side. Soft cooing to himself. Endless hopping.<br><br>Then one day, Peter threw himself through a window.<br><br>At another woman.<br><br><br>PS Only just discovered your blog, Nicola - loving it very much. Richard.dreamscorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04337640917563375756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-91524099523404780462009-05-10T23:35:00.000+01:002009-05-10T23:35:00.000+01:00Sometimes I saw through, though my eyes were close...Sometimes I saw through, though my eyes were closed. That circle of comprehension. All around the edges, the fog obscured sense. Senses reversed. Don't untouch my hand. Explain. Then darkness.Rebecca Woodheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06553726565354166076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-2138790528830335292009-04-16T21:54:00.000+01:002009-04-16T21:54:00.000+01:00"But Mrs Morgan", oozed the brown-suited..."But Mrs Morgan", oozed the brown-suited loss adjuster, "the evidence clearly shows that the glass was broken from the inside. There is something fishy about this pigeon thing......Harry Morgannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-23690705805448737622009-04-16T20:36:00.000+01:002009-04-16T20:36:00.000+01:00Someone’d been spying on her. The evidence was sta...Someone’d been spying on her. The evidence was staining crimson gore onto her manuscript. Shredded by the shattered glass, the ruined pomegranate was a bad portent of her stalker’s intentions.vicariousrisinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16354890444410748967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-8083888417866087132009-04-16T15:01:00.000+01:002009-04-16T15:01:00.000+01:00Nobody seems to appreciate your new discipline reg...Nobody seems to appreciate your new discipline regarding the use of colored fonts. I do. I think it's way easier to read. I've always taken the colors as proof that you really understand teenagers, but I've got no objection against growing up. ;-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-58995749884786421572009-04-16T12:27:00.000+01:002009-04-16T12:27:00.000+01:00She was a prisoner tied to the chair. Hands glued ...She was a prisoner tied to the chair. Hands glued to keyboard no inspiration forthcoming. "Here is your escape." squawked the pigeon before ramming his body against the window’s pane.The Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-14420889382846678052009-04-16T10:04:00.000+01:002009-04-16T10:04:00.000+01:00Now that the internal editor has been at work :The...Now that the internal editor has been at work :<br><br>The pigeon flew past the window just as the hired assassin pulled the trigger. The creative writing faculty had failed to stop the truth being written again.Shoo Raynerhttp://www.shoorayner.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-8876804136395055342009-04-16T09:28:00.000+01:002009-04-16T09:28:00.000+01:00The pigeon flew past the window just as the hired ...The pigeon flew past the window just as the hired assassin pulled the trigger. Why did the the creative writing faculty want the writer taken out?Shoo Raynerhttp://www.shoorayner.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-69687054159316500832009-04-15T15:29:00.000+01:002009-04-15T15:29:00.000+01:00One other thing about workshops vs. one-to-one, is...One other thing about workshops vs. one-to-one, is that one-to-one mentoring doesn't involve you flexing your critting skills on other people's work. One of the most important writerly skills is reading your own work as others read it, and that you can only really learn by practising reading others' work in the kind of critical detail you want to bring to your own. Of course you can emmadarwinhttp://profile.typekey.com/emmadarwin/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-26541716496062223392009-04-15T14:38:00.000+01:002009-04-15T14:38:00.000+01:00"The transparency of glass,' he continued..."The transparency of glass,' he continued,'is an illusion. Nietzsche writes...' <br><br>My boyfriend may be an intellectual but he's got no bloody idea how to mend my broken window.Sally Zigmondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07520579251842006765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-74044476431389251532009-04-15T14:34:00.000+01:002009-04-15T14:34:00.000+01:00Very thought provoking piece Nicola (sorry, duckin...Very thought provoking piece Nicola (sorry, ducking out of the exercise for now.), and I do agree. Though I would add that as well as craft which you use to grow the sapling into a good, big tree, I think a good MA can help you to learn how to find the sapling in the first place. Maybe that's another aspect of craft, but a different one from plot/character/prose etc. Learning how to dip the emmadarwinhttp://profile.typekey.com/emmadarwin/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-9619442628831087622009-04-15T14:12:00.000+01:002009-04-15T14:12:00.000+01:00SOLVEDThe figure in the garden is, in fact, Dick D...SOLVED<br><br>The figure in the garden is, in fact, Dick Dastardly in disguise.<br>Waiting for the return of his beloved pet pigeon.....Kamikase.<br><br>Unfortunately the Morgans have already eaten it. Done to perfection in a chocolate sauce, and followed with Brain Loaf.<br><br>Billbshankshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04585638492291870596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-65597895974395547332009-04-15T11:58:00.000+01:002009-04-15T11:58:00.000+01:00'I didn't do it.' Her voice sounded s...'I didn't do it.' Her voice sounded small in the glassy devastation.<br>It was too late. The dark boots were already climbing the stairs.Jo Franklinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11863749932391225653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-12644960623885468382009-04-15T11:12:00.000+01:002009-04-15T11:12:00.000+01:00From the erotic sci-fi epic, They Came Through The...From the erotic sci-fi epic, They Came Through The Round Window<br><br>Letitia ducked under the duvet with a shriek. Having cleaned the window with his tongue, Bryan unveiled his whopping antennae.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-27699693873061563052009-04-15T03:38:00.000+01:002009-04-15T03:38:00.000+01:00Nicola, this is especially for you. You'd so w...Nicola, this is especially for you. You'd so wanted one in the last contest.<br><br>Please accept this rhyming query.<br>As you can see, I’m very<br>creative. (Ain't it dandy<br>also including Werther’s candy?)<br>Still, I might’ve overdone it a smidgen...<br>Delivering by carrier pigeon.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909176210194176373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-75750984270773592782009-04-14T22:08:00.000+01:002009-04-14T22:08:00.000+01:00EDINBURGH EVENING ECHO (14th April 2009) ...EDINBURGH EVENING ECHO (14th April 2009)<br><br> GLASGOW GLAZIERS GLOOM<br><br>Suburban smashing spree spreads. First Fred. Now Nicola. Gorgie glaziers gloat....Clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711988006111891831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-60809883864790332252009-04-14T19:36:00.000+01:002009-04-14T19:36:00.000+01:00A literary novel with the picture as its cover:Whe...A literary novel with the picture as its cover:<br><br>When Pigeon Strikes Twice: A tale of unrequited avian love, a love that crosses all boundaries, even shattered glass and --- DEATH.morphine-monizahttp://morphine-moniza.livejournal.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-12109195396307774022009-04-14T18:59:00.000+01:002009-04-14T18:59:00.000+01:00He stood there, bleeding. The chattered window lay...He stood there, bleeding. The chattered window lay on the floor. ‘Why did you do that…your arm?’ she said. ‘Don’t go,’ he said and fell heavily onto the broken glass.Helena Halmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658858373848443540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-35345349256431927512009-04-14T14:45:00.000+01:002009-04-14T14:45:00.000+01:00They were closing in. Before he left, David held h...They were closing in. Before he left, David held her shaking shoulders and said his men still commanded the bridge but when her window shattered she knew he had lied.Sally Zigmondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07520579251842006765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-13607742351763625042009-04-14T14:28:00.000+01:002009-04-14T14:28:00.000+01:00Another from me:The shattering glass woke Tosca. ...Another from me:<br><br>The shattering glass woke Tosca. A breeze moved the curtains letting in moonlight, and on the carpet among the shards lay a dark object. She could hear whispered voices outside.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00832116206807907835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-33829557053043593522009-04-14T14:22:00.000+01:002009-04-14T14:22:00.000+01:00Excuse me, but criticising the state of my window ...Excuse me, but criticising the state of my window cleanliness will not help you at all, any of you.Nicola Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189894289540344094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-78330323064246074722009-04-14T14:12:00.000+01:002009-04-14T14:12:00.000+01:00here's another one:“Look mom!” I warbled totte...here's another one:<br><br>“Look mom!” I warbled tottering to the edge of the nest. “I can fly!”<br>A resounding crash.<br>“I’m ok! Ooh chocolate! CrooO. CroooOo.”morphine-monizahttp://morphine-moniza.livejournal.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-40111841913926913632009-04-14T14:00:00.000+01:002009-04-14T14:00:00.000+01:00I looked through the circle of jagged glass. Outs...I looked through the circle of jagged glass. Outside, where the neighbour's house usually stood, there was a strange tall building. The trees looked unfamiliar, and the garden was gone.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00832116206807907835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-85954008826800721012009-04-14T13:50:00.000+01:002009-04-14T13:50:00.000+01:00I never knew Ralph had a catapult or I might have ...I never knew Ralph had a catapult or I might have opened the window first. Or washed it. Whatever. It’s the last time I flash my boobies for him.DOThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00719312854612984929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-56899116242531347662009-04-14T13:45:00.000+01:002009-04-14T13:45:00.000+01:00McIntosh was trapped by the miasma of experience u...McIntosh was trapped by the miasma of experience until the winged messenger broke the grey veil spilling her life to bring colour to his page.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14599894798682457196noreply@blogger.com