Writing Class


Once a year I like to take a refresher course on writing. I think pausing to reflect is always a good thing, and a great way to check in with yourself. Plus, hey! You may learn something new as well, and when is that a bad thing? When I can’t afford to take a refresher course, I go to the old library and take out writing books–like, The War of Art by Steve Pressfield or On Writing, by Stephen King) but recently I discovered a site called “FutureLearn.com” that boasts a large collection of free courses. (You can purchase a certificate at the end of the course if you so choose, I choose not to do this.)

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I’m half way through their Fiction Writing course (which is just okay) but now I’m surfing the upcoming (and current) catalog can’t decide what to take next? Should I take the Intro to Forensics? Should I take the World War I in 100 stories course? Then there’s the anthropology of social media, and on about the revolution in Ireland at the beginning of the last century?

CAN I HAVE MORE HOURS IN THE DAY TO TAKE ALL THE COURSES (yet still  have time to finish my current WIP, continue querying my last MS, and still function in every day life?)

Life is unfair… but no one ever said that it was, so I guess I’ll put on my big girl pants and enroll in the forensics course. Why? Because it could come in handy in my current WIP or course!

Do you take any courses to help improve your writing?

Happy writing! xxoo-Aryn


Wednesday Words–Writing Prompt


I’m going simple this week. Science Fiction prompt:

There’s a spy trapped in your computer.

He or she needs your help to survive.

What do you do?

Maybe it’s not that simple, but it’s direct. What do you do if you learn the conscienceless of a spy has been downloaded into your computer?

My take:

My eyes were glued to the cursor. Suddenly it’s repetitive blinking felt more like old Morse Code than a reminder as to where I left off in my writing.

I read the text again–“I’ve been downloaded into your computer. Please help.”

What are you really supposed to say to something like that? Well, beside–haha! Funny joke! I wanted to believe that was the end of it. That somehow someone from Twitter or Facebook hacked my account to mess with me–but I ran the diagnostics. I checked, re-checked, took my computer to a shop and had them check–but when I booted up for the umpteenth time, with no real reason, the messages started again.

“Why wont you answer me?” they said.

“You  know I can see you through the camera, right? And may I add, pants would be a nice touch?”

“Why would I be asking you for help if I didn’t actually need it.” This was a good point, but still… You’re trapped in my computer?

The comments and questions wore at my psyche until I couldn’t ignore them any longer. That’s when I finally typed, “What do you need me to do?”

And they wrote back, “Finding my body would be a nice start.”

What would you do?

Happy writing! xxoo-A

Wednesday Words–Writing Prompt


The Prompt:  Write a scene that starts with, “I haven’t told this to anyone before, but I’m going to tell you.”

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Psst! You. Yeah, you–right there. This is for you. So… I ain’t told this to no-one before, but I’m tellin’ you. I’m sure you’re thinking, why? Why me? Why now?

It’s just time. Sometimes life works like that. Those secrets you bury so far down they make the soles of your feet it work their way back up your legs, torso, and throat until you have no other choice but to sing Dixie to the nearest standing person.

That’s you. Let me warm my vocals before the big guy ferrets me out.

I’m sorry if you don’t want it to be you. Actually,  I’m not sorry. I’m not, because I ain’t never asked for this . Never wanted the damn thing–but I’ve toted it around anyway.

Shit. Wait.

You hear that?

There! That was a foot step. You know I’m right. It was clearly the sound of a footstep–

It’s outside, so sit down. I’m almost outta time. If I don’t tell you now, no one will know the truth.

Crap. That door won’t hold if they keep kickin’ it like that!

If I could grab your shoulders I would, but know this–IT WASN’T ME! Now you gotta go, but know it wasn’t me!! Just let me get out of this and I’ll tell you the rest. Meet me at…

Shh… go. 

Hey, Minnow. What’cha doing here? This is Terrence’s hole. Aw, man! You don’t gotta be like that! Just put down the gun, man!! Put it down!

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