Off to China!

Our time in Japan is coming to an end, next stop is China! Have heard rumours WordPress is intermittently blocked out there, so rest assured I will still be writing, but if over a week or two passes without any posts, it is likely I have encountered a problem. You can then expect several at once in a few weeks 🙂

Click here for the travel blog if you’ve not checked it out already! 🙂

Ro x

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Writing Prompt Exercise: ‘Home’

So, I got the prompt from Jess’s blog followthevoid, which you guys should check out if you haven’t already. She runs writing workshops and her posts are always an interesting read.

She spoke about writer’s block in the particular post with this prompt…those days where you just can’t seem to put anything that seems of note onto paper…I think we all have them!

Anyway, I didn’t set myself any rules for this one, it’s ended up about 500 words and was untimed. I’m not sure where the ideas came from, this isn’t part of a bigger story or anything at present, but I feel perhaps this short piece could turn into something bigger? See what you think!

When she thought of home, she thought not of her mother’s beautiful suburban mansion or her father’s cluttered apartment, where her younger brother still lived. Nor did Harriet think of her own tiny studio flat, from where she was desperately trying to carve out a living from selling her artwork.

She thought, instead, of the tumbledown cottage in the countryside where all four of them had been happy. Despite her mother’s claim that she hadn’t ‘been happy in a long time’, when she was trying to justify her stupid affair, Harriet did not think this was true, unless ‘long time’ meant ‘a few months’. Her mother wasn’t a good enough actress to fake joy for years. That was why she had been found out only weeks after starting the affair.

At least the divorce had been an amicable one. This was, Harriet knew, due to her father’s impossibly calm personality. Normally, she admired this quality, but was very annoyed when it led to his offer of moving out, because she knew what would happen shortly afterwards – and it did. Her mother sold the cottage, which fetched a pretty price thanks to its location.

Harriet was heartbroken when she saw the ‘sold’ sign, when she realised she would never again be able to call the cottage home, and still felt as though she was grieving for a lost family member four weeks on. She had been refusing to answer all calls from her mother since. She loved her mother dearly, but she couldn’t forgive her mistakes just yet. Harriet’s father, of course, understood this feeling completely but encouraged her to let go of her anger, as he had done. Her brother, at sixteen, didn’t entirely understand but had kindly provided her a shoulder to cry on.

Home is supposed to be where the heart is, and she knew it was silly to have been so attached to the cottage, but she couldn’t help it. It held so many memories; she had helped her brother learn to walk in that living room, painted her first watercolour on an easel in that kitchen (it had the best light), been tucked into bed by each of her parents countless times in her bedroom…her mother didn’t think the same way. To her, there was a profit to be had and a new purchase to be made, and that was it.

On a day during the fifth week after seeing the ‘sold’ sign, after a notable absence of calls from her mother (she had been calling daily up until three days prior), Harriet decided to take her father’s advice and ring her. She had not been a bad mother by any means, and the fact that her marriage had failed and that she thought quite differently to her daughter about the cottage didn’t mean that all bridges needed to be set alight. It was time for Harriet to hear her mother’s side of the story, and maybe start on a path to reconciliation.

All constructive/polite feedback welcome, as always 🙂

Thanks for stopping by!

Ro x

Poem: ‘Glittering Blue’

Away over the glittering blue

Her gaze sweeps unseen.

Tears trace salty tracks

Even as the brine-infused breeze

Dries them before journey’s end.

She sighs, saddened, wishes for

The surity of his calloused hands

But they are frozen deep

Within that glittering blue.

Inspired by the cliffs on the Jogasaki coastline, which is in fact very beautiful and pleasant to walk along 🙂 Next travel blog post will be up before the end of the week, promise!

Ro x

Creative Blogger Award!

Creative Blogger Award!

Thank you very much indeed to Jordan Reynolds, of LiteraryFuzz, for nominating me for the Creative Blogger Award. It was unexpected as I am quite new to blogging and I am very flattered 🙂

I think that I now get to nominate as many blogs as I like for the award, so here are some nominations – these are my favourite creative bloggers that I have discovered so far, in the short time that I have been blogging. LiteraryFuzz would have got a nomination from me if I’d been nominated by anybody else!

– Writing Stories Rocks
– Gulab Jamman Writes
meohmila
Perth Street Poetry Collective

So the rules go that I now have to tell you five facts about myself, so here goes!

1) I have recently discovered that I love Okonomiyaki (a Japanese pancake dish)
2) I am not a professional dancer but I do love to dance (especially bhangra)!
3) I am incredibly short sighted and need to wear glasses or contacts daily
4) I speak two languages fluently and a third almost fluently
5) I find it quite difficult to read maps / follow directions and am quite sympathetic of Joey (from Friends) when he ‘gets in the map’…

For those who have been nominated, here are the next steps to take:

1) Contact all of your nominees and notify them about their award. You can pick as many blogs as you’d like.
2) Give a quick shout-out to the blogger that nominated you and post a link to their website.
3) Share five facts about yourself to your readers.
4) Display the Creative Blogger Award image above your post.
5) Pass along these rules to the nominees.

Thanks again for my nomination 🙂

Ro x

Poem: ‘Her Heart’

Sweetly scented and late to bloom,

Petals unfurling shyly, blushing,

Cautious of not emerging too soon,

Her heart.

Playing around, not brilliant but wanted to get back into writing again whilst out here and had to start somewhere! Inspired by, weirdly, some of the early blooming cherry blossoms out here.

Thanks for reading 🙂

Ro x

P.S. First post on travel blog is up, link is on the side 🙂

Apologies! Am about to head off on an adventure…

I’m sorry for the lack of posts! And also just to warn you – there may be a continued lack of posts for several days.

Essentially, my partner and I are taking a career break to go travelling for four and a half months – the adventure starts in a few days. So we have spent the last few days packing up everything in our flat and moving it into storage, sorting out last minute paperwork, and so on and so forth.

I plan on keeping a blog of our experiences – it will read as a travel diary rather than as a super-informative travel blog, but I think it will be pretty entertaining. I’ll put a link on the side, too.

We start in Japan, then go to China, and then cover most of South East Asia. Very, very excited!

I will aim to keep this blog updated anyway – just going through a busy period – whilst away. I’ll occasionally link from here to new blog posts on the travel diary too.

Hope to settle into a routine again on here after we’ve started the adventure 🙂

SO EXCITED!

Ro x

Writing Exercise: Feeling Hopeful

Writing exercise time! This time my friend and I decided not on prompts but an idea – a scene where the character is doing something but also experiencing an emotion or feeling. For me, it was somebody ‘taking a walk’ whilst feeling ‘hopeful’. I am still categorising under ‘writing prompt exercise’ for now as believe it belongs there nonetheless.

No minimum word count, but not longer than 500 words.

As Ana opens the impossibly clear glass door and step outside into the quiet, tree-lined street, she breathes a big sigh of relief. The country’s famously indecisive sky has turned an ominous mix of grey and orange, with a light rain beginning to fall. This doesn’t bother her – the air smells fresher now, and Ana hums a little as she opens her pocket umbrella, ready to head to the hotel to meet her mother.

She still can’t believe how easy that was. For the best part of three months she has been worrying endlessly about this interview, practising with anybody willing, and – she thinks of her brother – sometimes unwilling. All the worry was needless. The twenty minutes she just spent earnestly discussing her passions with two strangers in this foreign land (in her second language!) seemed to go more easily than some of the conversations she’s had with her own mother.

It ended well, too. Everyone told her to expect the firm handshake and an ‘I’ll be in touch’, that it didn’t mean anything, but surely the clearly impressed look that passed between her interviewers, and the warmth of their smiles counted for something greater than politeness?

As Ana is about to emerge onto the main road, she pauses, turning to look at the university building once more, impressive against the strange, bright clouds. The dreams she has had since childhood are finally starting to feel real.

She knows she should be realistic but as she turns and joins the throngs of people surging down the main road, looking every bit the local with her elegant grey coat and her dark umbrella overhead, she can’t help but smile. 

Erm, okay, so I am unsure if this really followed the brief haha, but it was fun to write 🙂

All (polite) feedback welcome, specifically please let me know if the present tense works or not.

Thanks for stopping by 🙂

Ro x