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Project; Let’s Write Love The magic wand to writing is writing. There is nothing complicated about it, just start. Find that space and time, and simply begin to write your stories as blogs. When I started, I wrote chapters in a short story format as I went along. I published them as blogs. Later on, I headed into the editing process, which I will cover later on, organizing and editing my blogs into the book. Don't overwhelm yourself by believing you are starting to write a book. That's not how writing works. You write a sentence, then a paragraph, then maybe if you're lucky, an entire chapter. Writing happens in fits and starts, in bits and pieces. It's a process. You take one step at a time, then another and another. To help you kickstart your writing, I am going to give you a prompt. And that is the Word' Love'. It sounds simple, but the truth is love is a complex web of action and emotion. It's an emotion that runs through every story in all guises. It can be pure love, deep love, lonely love, anxious love, abusive love, conflicted love, whatever kind of love you are feeling or experiencing. Below some examples to help stimulate your creative juices; 1 Love in Isolation. 2 Family Love 3 Love for a partner 4 Lost Love 5 Broken Love 6 Enduring love 7 Obsessive Love 8 Love of a Pet 9 The pain of Love 10 Dangerous Love 11 Happy Love This exercise will help you understand your voice in your style of writing. : : You can email me your writing and let’s build a safe place for us to create and share together ❤️ Get started, keep writing. Stay Safe, Stay Positive, Create, don't Despair. Dress @onjenu : : : : #amwriting #writingcommunity #covıd19 #selfisolation #writelove #ireland🇮🇪 #vision2020 #imagemagazineireland #theglossmagazine #voguemagazine #creativewriting #irishwriters #writingtips #howtowrite #covid19ireland #coronavirusireland #staysafe #createeveryday #createdontdespair
Hi everyone, just a little reminder to find that space and start your writing. Last post on my grid- Writing 1 - What, Why, Knowledge, stay on it. : Get writing, keep writing and email me. Chat tomorrow. Stay Safe, Stay Positive, Create don’t Despair. 💃 #absolutelypatsy : : : . #staysafe #stayhome #letswritetogether #letswrite #writingprompts #writinginspiration #womenover50 #amwriting #psychologicalthriller #fictionwriter #memoir #creativewritingsociety #writingcommunity #womenempowerment #covıd19 #covid19ireland #lovindublin #vision2020
Like so many of you I am looking after my mum and dad in their older age. As I am in self isolation right now it’s proving very difficult and worrying. Mum who is not well fell a few times last night and my poor 92 year old dad finding it hard to cope. It breaks my heart that elderly people have to go through all of this alone during a time when we should be with them and hugging and minding them. Still waiting to be tested. Lots of love to all the elderly out there 💗 : : : : #covid19ireland #staysafe
As Promised today is the start of writing our way through these difficult times. Today's project below. What - What do you want to write about? There are so many genres in writing: Romance, Fantasy, Thriller, Detective, Mystery, Adventure, Horror. Or you might want to write a memoir, or what you are going through right now, possibly as a blog. And then there is Young Adult Fiction and Children. Whatever you want to write, it's essential that in a few hundred words, you outline your idea. That's the first thing for you to do today. : Why - Why do you want to write it? Similarly, write a few hundred words on why you want to write. That will help you understand what your end goal is. Do you want to have a novel at the end, or a series of short stories, start a blog, publish or for own satisfaction? : Knowledge - What is your experience, understanding, comprehension of your subject matter? ‘Write for yourself; rewrite for others'…this is one of the most excellent writing tips for beginners anyone could give you. Know your subject, but equally as important, know your audience better than they know themselves. Act as if you are speaking to one person and write accordingly to create an emotional tie with your readers. : The Magic of Writing Writing is magic, from your imagination, you can create something quite literally out of nothing. Once I started the process of writing, I began to love it. I found myself looking forward to my allocated writing time, excited to see where I was going with the characters and story. The best way to do justice to writing is to love it. Once you start enjoying the process as I did, it will come naturally to you, and you'll look forward to writing every day. Your magic wand to writing is to simply put your fingers to the keyboard or pen to paper. Set a time, be disciplined, and reveal in your writing. Be consistent and keep the words flowing regularly. Try and notch up a few hundred words every day, so you don't lose the thread the magic touch. : Email: Top @onjenu. Love @tommazer #absolutelypatsy
My babe Olliepop telling me how much he loves me as I self isolate, not feeling great, waiting to be tested. @petbond_ireland : : : : #absolutelypatsy #covid19ireland #dogslove #dogslife🐶 #lovemyshihtzu #mentalhealth #staysafeoutthere #selfisolation
FUEL YOUR MIND WITH CREATIVE WRITING while in self isolation. Learn to write with someone who loves to write. I have done a lot of courses, studies and workshops on writing and I want to share all of that with you. I have a couple of successful blogs, written a book and a short film script that was about to go into production but now postponed. Let’s put fingers to keyboards and let the words spill out. Let's start to write that story that has been percolating in your brain but you never had the time to take on. Or you might want to write about what you are going through right now. If you need inspiration or want a few quick tips to help keep your words flowing onto the screen, you can dip into my workshops [tutorials]. Anytime, anywhere, anyone. Let's create not despair.

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Short Story 8 – Eventide 8/1 – Dark Refuge

‘Eventide’ was originally written as ‘Micro Chapters’ a psychological, erotic, personal story of emotional abuse at the ripe age of forty nine. It ended with me desperately struggling to hang onto my sanity and life. Due to threat of defamation I now write the story as a factual fiction Psychological Thrillers. Meet Me.

Gibson Hotel, Dublin, Ireland.

Gibson Hotel, Dublin, Ireland.

Hi how are you? Miss you?

She had thought of blocking him, but she did not have the resolve to go that far. She wanted him out of her life, but she buckled at the thought of never speaking to him again. She was feeling unsettled, his behavior from the first few months of idealization seemed to have waned. He had become unpredictable and unpleasant in his behavior. He rang her a couple of days before the break up asking her would she like to go for an early after work dinner. She thought that was a lovely idea and they planned for her to meet him at his office at around 6.30pm. She duly arrived to the office. He was not there and his PA, Lillian advised that he was gone on a client dinner.

“That can’t be possible, he rang me only a couple of hours ago and arranged to meet me here to go to dinner.” she was incredulous. She dialed his number but here was no answer. She sent him a text.

‘Waiting in your office.”

Then Lillian called him and he answered. She informed him that Aliki was waiting in the office for him.

Within seconds of Lillian hanging up from Chris, Aliki’s phone rang.

“Why are you in my office?” he demanded aggressively.

“You rang me earlier to meet here for dinner. What’s going on?”

“You must have misunderstood me. I can’t take you out to dinner. I am busy.”

“Chris, I re arranged my evening to go for dinner.”

“You are becoming very tiresome. I am not putting up with it. I am busy. Leave me alone. I will call you tomorrow.” He hung up.

Aliki felt herself losing her senses. She knew she had to get away. Her heart racing she starred at the first message in less than twenty-four hours of her telling him she needed a no contact break. She felt a sudden heart-wrenching pain. Her heart twisted tightened like it was being squeezed and wrung out to dry. Her mind fought to stay indifferent; she struggled with choked breathing. She starred and starred at the text – How are you? I miss you.- desperate to text him back. But she thought “ I can’t.” She threw the phone into her bag.

She had broached with him the fact that he had grown distant, his consideration for her had ebbed, he was dismissing her feelings, blaming her for everything. He shrugged his shoulders, his eyes flashed with anger,

“If that’s what you think then maybe you are right we should break up. That’s all in your imagination. I love you, but I can’t put up with your expectations anymore. You make everything very hard.”

And that was it, she got up from the table at the Sandymount Coffee House. She walked out. Chris followed her as she got into her car. He knocked on the window. She rolled it down. He smiled, his sheepish boyish smile that always endeared her.

“We can still be friends.”

“No Chris, it’s over. No contact. Take Care.”

She rolled up the window, maneuvered the car from the parked position and without a backward glance speed off. Her mind racing, her heart pounding, she was already being tortured by the thought of never seeing him again. But this was her intention and she was not going back, now matter what.

But now she was on the way to see him. For the last three days since the first message, he text her constantly asking her to meet him; telling her how mush he missed her. At first she did not respond but then her anguish took over and here she was doing exactly what she had sworn she would not. As she was driving to the Gibson Hotel, a favorite of theirs, where they had arranged to meet she wondered at her rational. Why would she want to see Chris again? He had treated her so carelessly as the relationship evolved. But then she realized there was no rational; she needed to feel his breath on hers. It was like an addiction, like the craving for a drag of a cigarette.

It was a deceptively sunny but cold January day. She wore a pair of skinny leather jeans, with a cropped jumper over a t-shirt and wrapped up in a  grey cashmere coat. The traffic was heavy, and she was running late. Chris hated her being late. So she decided to text him.

On the way. Sorry for delay, traffic awful.

I am here waiting for you. No rush.

Well, that was unusual, he used to lose the rag with her. She drove down the ramp of the hotel underground car park and was lucky she got a spot right outside the car park hotel entrance. Stepping into the glass lift, she was amused to see Chris’s jeep parked in the private loading bay. From the lift the bar was just to the right of the reception with views across dilapidated buildings and the canal. She loved the urban view from this hotel.

She saw him sitting just inside the door. The spot they sat at the last time they were there. She took a deep breath and reminded herself to stay calm. She was met with a warm smile, a hug and kiss. A smile she knew from their earlier months together but had not seen much of before she ended it.

“I missed you. You look beautiful,” he hugged her again tightly. She steadily took her seat beside him.

“I ordered a few minutes ago.”

She looked at him carefully, meeting his blue eyes. His concentration on her was intense. She felt his glare reaching deep into her soul. He took her hand leant forward and kissed her deeply. Her body shuddered, how she missed him, ‘oh that kiss.’

“I have a suite booked.” he whispered into her ear.

She woke from one of those after sex doses, with her heart racing. She blinked her eyes opened and saw nothing for a moment, then a figure – Chris had already risen and was talking on the phone. ‘Say nothing’, she thought. ‘Do not open my eyes. Just listen. And maybe this will just be a dream.’

He finished his conversation. She was rolled over on her side; he lay down with his face to her head. She felt his breath on her neck.

“I missed you so much. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. Don’t leave again. ”

She rolled over touched his face, their eyes connected.

“No baby, I won’t leave you again, but you have to keep your promise to treat me properly.”

“Yes we have broken through that barrier. Our relationship is now at a different level. If I did take you for granted, It won’t happen again. Promise.”

He jumped up from the bed.

“Good news, I got a great new client.”

She stayed still in the bed. His words “If I did take you for granted.” resonating in her head. ‘You did take me for granted you bastard ‘she thought. But his words “I love you, we have moved to a much deeper level than before,  I missed you, I need you, we are soul mates”  resonated even stronger, grabbed her heart, fed her agony for his desire. She was consumed by him, he had a  hold on her like no one every had before.

She was now in deeper than before, and the scene was set by Chris. She had now entered into a dark, treacherous, impregnable refuge.

This is part one of a two part Dark Refuge.

Eventide 7– Crazed Passion

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