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The Tyranny of Distance


I thought I’d join in with Write on Wednesday again this week. Yes I know it’s Friday, but as I’ve mentioned before Gill over at inkpaperpen has been very generous with the deadline 🙂 Anyway, here’s this week’s task…

Log onto your Facebook/Twitter page and write down the first status update you see.  Set a timer for 5 minutes. Write the first words that come into your head after your prompt.

6 Days in Oz. There and back to see how far away it is.

The joy of seeing friends and family. The pain of travelling so far for so little time. Memories come flooding back of time with those I love. If only Australia wasn’t so far away. This island that is full of beauty and wonder, but seems to treasure it’s sports icons more than it’s artists. Until a shift happens, arty creatures like me will be staying permanently in other parts of the world in their droves. The tyranny of distance. What to do when serious issues crop up with the ones I really love that I’ve left behind? For now I’m happy to jet-set around, playing where I am asked to play. Music from long so ago doesn’t really appeal to that many people here on this island. Too much sun and waves to enjoy things inside. Great for those with little ones. I wonder when I’ll be back again. Hope that I’ll be able to stay for longer next time. The pace of life is slower, at least in my home city, but the closeness of so many different cultures also beckons me.

Out of reach


Write On Wednesdays

After a few weeks not being able to join in on W.o.W. here I am, though I’m a few days late. Tsk, tsk! (Thanks to the lovely Gill over at inkpaperpen for extending the deadline especially with it being school holidays!)

We’ve been treated to a masterclass with the wonderful writer Allison Tait and her interesting choice of prompt for this week’s five minute writing exercise. I was fascinated to learn that romance covers more genres that what I had originally thought, among other things. After all, I’m here to learn, aren’t I?

This piece is clearly influenced by snippets of shows that have three, maybe four letters to their name, or interesting sounds that announce a cut to the next scene. Cue long coats, mobile phones and dark sunglasses.

“I can’t stress how important it is that we behead this fiend.”

“He’s done it again!” she yelled in response to her boss who was running on to the next crime scene. She wanted to punch something, but this was obviously not the place, so she managed to stop her arm mid-air. Those drums will get a good bashing tonight if anyone lets me near them, she thought.

“He’s left all these cryptic clues that my brain can’t handle at this time of the morning without a double espresso.” That was the queue for one of her accompanying officers to rush down the street. “This guy is clearly a hundred steps ahead of me, and I’ve made such wonderful plans to escape this weekend.”

The poor detective stood with her head in her hands, praying that the mysterious puzzle of letters and numbers left as clues would begin to jump out at her. On first glance it seemed that nothing around the apartment was out-of-place.

Sitting in the stairwell, coffee in hand she took out her notepad and started writing, willing the strokes on the paper to form some kind of logic. The weekend that she had planned was now slipping further out of her reach.