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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.

It’s time!


I know that my heart will be pounding as I hit the publish button. So many great writers are out there, and I am just a novice. Anyway, I am here to learn, and can only do that by actually doing something about it, so here I go!

Thanks to Gillian over at inkpaperpen for taking the initiative to

Write On Wednesdays

Week one

Stretching the Writing Muscles: Start with the following exercise each week: Write for 60 seconds without stopping. Set a timer and simply write. Do not take your pen off the page (or fingers off the keyboard!) – even if you are writing “I don’t know what to write” for 60 seconds. Do not judge what you write. It is then up to you to decide whether you post this warm up exercise or not.

So here I am, trying to write. I’m not a real writer, just trying to be. I want to make a difference some how, through music or writing. Trying to juggle through life:  family and being organised. So many ideas that would be great to follow through with. Perhaps I just need to start somewhere and carry on with it. Run with an idea like a kid with a kite. Enjoy the wind and see where the kite goes. That kid wills and wants to fly as high up as the kite and for as long the wind allows, up in the clouds. It’s a connection to the “where-all-is-possible” part of the world. You get a different perspective from up there. I just need to do something…to capture that breeze that refreshes my soul.

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 1 – Very Pleased to Meet You!: Write about yourself as you are in this moment. Use the five senses to do so. The main idea is that we should get a little more insight into YOU after we read your piece. Here are some (optional) questions to get you started: How do YOU look right now? What colours/fabrics/accessories are you wearing? What can you see? Consider lighting, shapes, objects. How do YOU sound right now? What can you hear? What can you smell? Does the smell remind you of anything? Can you taste anything? How do YOU feel? Comfortable? Tired? What are you touching? Is it cold, hot, smooth? What is your posture like? Slumped? Sitting? Standing? What does your posture say about your mood?

The little ones are fast asleep. The clock ticks on, and on, and on. Should I really be sitting here tapping away, in rhythms that are out of sync with the constant ticking?

Five minutes of silence…that’s what I need. In the background someone talks about organising on a podcast . Organising yes, well, that’s something that I need to work on. Queen of the last-minute am I. It’s my artistic temperament. Well, that’s my excuse.

Pen on paper. Tapping on keys.It’s like therapy, just as music and chocolate are food  for my soul. I CANNOT wait to play again. Something to look forward to…a gig as a wandering minstrel.

While my fingers want to continue tapping away, and my mind longs to dwell on words to describe the present, in the now my head throbs. A sign for me to go and get some sleep in the warmth and safety of my bed.