Mary Bradford is a published writer of short stories in magazines, newspapers and anthologies both in Ireland and the USA. She has completed her first novel 'Her Husband's Sin!'. Her 1st short story collection, A Baker's Dozen is now on sale in Amazon, Createspace and Smashwords, in paperback, Kindle and ebook format.
'THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF THOUGHTS LYING WITHIN A MAN THAT HE DOES NOT KNOW TILL HE TAKES UP THE PEN AND WRITES'
Most of us have
endured a hangover of the alcohol type or maybe even a chocolate binge headache
at some stage. Reading my friends Blogspot about a word hangover she suffered it
got me thinking can one have a driving hangover? You know the way you are on
the road driving so much which I have been lately. I made three trips to Dublin from my home town (which is a round trip of 300 miles each time) in one week, not including in between shorter trips and so when you get to bed you can’t
stretch your legs? The backs of my knees were aching; I couldn’t straighten my
legs without being in agony. The same applied to my arms, in particular my
elbows, from holding the steering wheel.
I was exhausted to say
the least and like Marie in her blog post, she was longing to get the written
word going again, I felt the need to drive the following day although my body
begged to differ with my mind. Are we suckers for punishment? Maybe I need to
learn my limits and live by them. So when you binge on whatever causes you to
suffer the following day remember you are just having a hangover!
Check out Marie’s word hangover at the link
As a short story writer
myself, it was great to get the opportunity to read another writers work and review it. A canadian writer, Michela Pasquali's
collection 'I Don't Want To Be Famous' is a varied mix of people, from children to grandmothers and lovers
in between. Her ability to create these characters is terrific. Each story is
wrapped in warmth and her description of the worlds her characters’ inhabit is
realistic to the point I could feel the apprehension Henry had while waiting
for his brother in Dragon’s and Sailing
Ships. The soft silence of a snow covered landscape made me shiver as I
travelled with Hiroshi to meet his loved one in Snow. I think this is my favourite story, then again, the chanting
and noise in The Oracle Temple had me
closing my eyes and picturing the vibrant and busy temple.
Michela’s writing style is that of a natural
storyteller. She enjoys her craft and this comes across in her stories. Her
attention to detail aids the setting so that all senses are satisfied, ‘the
swallows flying in gentle arcs’, ‘the laundry flapping in the wind’ and ‘the
bottoms of his feet burning and bubbling’.
This collection of seven stories
is a treat to read. The length of each story, just over 700 words, allows the
reader to dip in and out when having a coffee or travelling to ease the journey
to or from work. Michela is a talented writer who treats her characters with the
care and attention they crave and so their stories are delivered to us in a way
that leaves us, the reader longing for more. ‘I Don’t Want To Be Famous’ is a must for all readers of good
stories. Looking forward to the next collection from Michela Pasquali, I hope
it is soon.
This is me having a lousy day! As it is pointed out to me below very nicely I got the prompt wrong. It is angles not angels as I read it. Sorry Lillie, sorry everyone. I'm sure angel's will come up sometime though :)
I got a chance today to take part in www.lilliemcferrin.com 5 sentence fiction for this week. Check out the site for other entrants for the challenge. Below is my mini piece.
His head was throbbing
with pain. He needed to get some space so he decided to step out for a few
minutes. The choir of angels' were in full practise mode for the next arrival.
“I must be getting old,” St. Peter muttered
quietly. Standing outside the
Pearly Gates, he rubbed his forehead for relief.
Bob wanted to be part
of the gang. But he wasn’t street smart enough for them and they soon left him
behind. Now alone and hungry, he walked the often scary streets. Nearing a
bridge he settled for the night. The concrete was hard and cold but he curled
up and tried to disappear. Not drawing attention to him was important because
he could get hassled and even hurt. Bob thought his family would have put up
posters, pleading for his return. Bob cried from loneliness. He longed to go
home; a lost dog might never again be found.
In an earlier post in
Feb 2013, I promised to share some interesting facts that not everyone knows
about me. The idea came from a course that I attended at The Big Smoke Writing
Factory (www.bigsmokewritingfactory.com ) led by Vanessa O’Loughlin. I shall tell you
about 3 facts that I thought of when I finally sat down to do this exercise.
More shall follow in another post I promise.
I hold a CC from
Toastmasters International (www.toastmasters.org ). CC stands for Competent Communicator; it is achieved after
completing a programme that involves giving 10 public speeches at Toastmasters
meetings. I was a member of the Fáilte club in Charleville for many years. I
have represented my club in competitions in different areas and I must say I
enjoyed it. Being able to speak in public with confidence is a great asset for
any writer. Reading your work out at workshops or in groups is not a big deal
when you have experience in public speaking. This is where Toastmasters
International is excellent. I have started an advanced course as in
Toastmasters there are many challenges for members to set themselves. Go join
your nearest club now, you won’t regret it.
Since leaving my
parent’s home when I was 18 yrs old (and then marrying my hubby), I have moved
home 4 times. That is a lot of packing and unpacking. It is true that moving
house is stressful plus we did this with 4 young children thrown into the mix!
I’m a bit of a collector so each time I moved there was more and more stuff to
take with me. I even had boxes marked ‘new attic’ and that’s exactly where they
went, from my old attic to the new one. Would I move again? One should never
I had open-heart
surgery on May 30th in 2008, I was in my forties. There is so much to say about
this that I really don’t know where to begin. I have had viral meningitis when
I was 19 yrs old and I had shoulder surgery since my heart op too. When I was
7/8 yrs old, I tried to jump over a roll of linoleum, my Dad was going to lay
on our kitchen floor, while wearing roller-skates that I received for my
birthday 2 days before. I ended up dislocating my right shoulder and also
managed to turn my arm backwards. I was wearing a sling for a long, long time.
I’ve fallen out of trees, anything that ends in ‘itis’ I’ve had, health has
been varied to say the least.
It is that time again folks for this week's 5 Sentence Fiction Challenge. This weeks prompt is Paradise. Enjoy reading my offering below and check out the other entries at the following link and discover other writers take on the same prompt. www.lilliemcferrin.com
He wondered what will it hold for him. He never thought with the way he lived his life, it would be open to him. The pain he was suffering now was worth it he reasoned, he deserved it, unlike the guy next to him.The clouds gathered overhead and darkened the afternoon sky. He had no fear, the Man crucified beside him promised him Paradise.
It is time for the 5 sentence fiction challenge. This week. Lillie has given the prompt Whisper. Check out the other entries at http://lilliemcferrin.com
A Lullaby Whisper
She sang a lullaby each
night by the cream cradle. Her soft voice soothing the baby’s crying. Staying
until her husband would come to check on the child. Then she would whisper
goodnight to her sleeping baby. Fading in to the night before returning to the spirit world.