So it may have been slightly late last night when I decided to write, and my brain may not have been firing on all cylinders but I’m still going to use my SOC: even though it’s a prompt from the wrong week oops.
In my defence, I was catching up and this is the post that caught my sleepy attention
So I began to write using this prompt – SOC Jan 14th
But we’re not Datist here *grins*
Pencil v potato
This is how it all began, the start of it all, the very first move in the writers war. It was a mild day on the south bank that started as easily as any other day should yet it should be noted that Linda was there first. For days she had walked by that very spot in the soft dappled grass that lay under the old apple tree. For almost a week she had yearned to sit in the gentle breeze and feel free as she edited her manuscript, if she could only find the time. So when opportunity struck early Friday morning and a meeting was cancelled Linda made the lengthy journey towards her workplace yet instead managed to divert the destination to that desired spot overlooking the lake.
Taking out her pencil and red pen she set about with her soon to be most read novel and began the daunting task of editing. She had managed about five whole minutes of peace and pencil biting (well editing is indeed a stressful business) before she heard the nasal tones of her future nemesis.
Oh no that’s not how you want to do it
I’m sorry? Linda looked up moving a hand upwards to block the sunlight
The markings, you’re doing them all wrong…
The woman plonked herself down in Linda’s blanket and began opening a large bag of cheese and onion crisps.
I can help you if you like, I’m a writer you know
The woman didn’t wait for a reply before popping a crisp into her mouth and crunching very loudly near Linda’s ear as she leaned in for a closer look at the book.
Yes you may know me, I had my picture printed in gardeners weekly just last week and commended on my letter about how to properly sow daffodils. I also won star writer of the week for three weeks in a row for the church ezine. So you see I can help show you the best way to write as I am a writer.
Flecks of potato flew from fingertips as she gesticulated the emphasis on the last word.
Linda opened her mouth to reply and then paused.