Tuesday, October 29, 2019

NaNoWriMo 2019

The annual writing frenzy starts in a couple of days!

I was tempted to start a new story... again... But I have been working so much on revising - learning how to do it, getting motivated to do it and actually doing it... albeit slowly - that I've decided I would honor my efforts and keep working on my Work In Progress.

As a result, and for the first time since 2013 when I started taking part in the NaNoWriMo, I will be a Rebel.
I aim to follow the guideline of 30 minutes of work being the equivalent to 500 words of writing.
To win NaNoWriMo, you must write at least 50k words. This means I am looking at 50 hours of revising throughout the month and about 2 hours each day.
As always, the Virtual Writers, the writing community I belong to in Second Life, will meet daily at Milk Wood. We will also have a large number of workshops and resources to help everyone along this crazy adventure!

“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs
and developing our wings on the way down.”
Kurt Vonnegut

Sunday, October 27, 2019


Asalia House

"Useless," said Reggie.
“It's good for our plans,” said Ronnie.
“The tractor's rusty.”
“No, look.”
And Ronnie grabbed a rusty wrench.
“And what is that?”
“Reggie, please. I have no clue.”
Reggie sighed.
"You're so negative. We'll lift it in the air and everyone will be horrified."
"I bet they will and we'll have a concussion too."
"Ghosts don't have concussions, silly."
Reggie grabbed a random part of the tractor and threw it at Ronnie's head.
Meanwhile, a few meters away, the farmer and his son were watching, amused.
"They are at it again! They should get a life!"

Sunday, October 20, 2019


Sands of Time

The cave hideout stank of bacon. Whoever was there had cooked himself a hearty meal.
The treasure, however, had to be moved.
He tiptoed inside. A lamp sat by the side of the entrance and lit the way.
When he reached the spot, he shoved a few chests aside.
“It's not here.” In a frenzy, he dug through the sand. “It's not here.”
That's when a sturdy little man waltzed in.
"You want the cave? You can have it. I bought myself a new crib." And he waltzed away.
Throwing a pebble at his head didn't do a thing, unfortunately.

Sunday, October 13, 2019


France Portnawak

“So, here is where he writes his smutty books.”
“He writes smutty books, the vicar?!”
“You didn't know?!”
Silence took over the whole room. They crossed their arms in sync and tilted their heads.
“The desk is huge.”
“It is.”
More silence ensued.
"I wonder how long it would take to destroy it?"
"A few minutes?"
They nodded.
"We need to find a creaky window."
"So... What then?"
"OK, grab his books. We can read them out loud during mass."
And the two glided on to the next room, sneering. This Halloween promised to be great fun.

Sunday, October 6, 2019


Whispering Wind

The page of her diary stared back at her, empty, looking for comfort. The meltdown drained her energy and got a hold of her willingness to fight back. The diary would always bring her some comfort. Not today. The past would never change and she was too tired to change the present so her future could make more sense. Smile, she thought. And what she saw was a distorted and pathetic face. Don't smile. It's better. Just keep calm. She took a deep breath and sat back. The page of her diary stared back at her, empty, looking for comfort.
(void, intertwine, den, get, fudged, meltdown, Tan)