Creative writing - 11.10.2020

I haven't done much this week as work has been busy and then I had some sad news which made me stop and consider whether what I am doing is still worth it, when there is complete choas and sadness everywhere.  But you know what, I think life is still worth it - you just have to keep the faith and continue doing what you love because stopping and waiting for things to improve isn't going to help you in the long run.

Anyway, back to my creative energy.  I entered a few writing competitions the week before and I am working on a couple more entries for October.  It's tough going but I will prevail.  When I am not working on competition entries or my novel, I always try and get some creative exercises completed to keep my mind ticking over.  I am currently completing exercises from The five-minute writer by Margret Geragthy which a former colleague presented to me as a secret santa present a few years ago.

Below are my efforts for Chapters 46 and 47.

Chapter 46 - you can write a strong story in five minutes

Prompt: worry

She didn't know what to do as she approached him.  Her head swarm with worry as she knocked on the door and went inside.  She held back tears as he hugged her.

'It's okay. We will win in the end,' he said as she smiled.  He squeezed her more tightly and she knew then they would indeed win.

Chapter 47 - for a satisfying ending, try a tin of magnolia

Prompt: key

I turned the key around in my heand and breathed deeply.  The door was a few steps in front of me and all I had to do was walke up to it, put the key in the lock and turn.  But my mind was telling me yes and my body was giving me another story.  My hand holding the key was now hot and sweaty so I transferred it to my other hand which was icy cold.  I breathed in deeply again and looked up to the sky hoping for spiritual intervention.  The sun dazzled my eyes and I shielded them with my empty hand.  I turned back to the matter of the door which was still deceptively inviting.  Okay, I put my left foot forward, then my right and left again until I was right in front of my blue uPVC barrier.  I lifted the key to the lock and turned, and the door opened - all my nervousness lifted like a fluffy loaf baking in the oven.  I walked over the threshold and the door closed silently behind me as I continued to forge ahead.

Have a great week!