NaNoWriMo – The Unearthing of Memory

So I thought that I might take a different challenge for this month and jump on the NaNoWriMo band wagon. I’m not sure that I will have the time spare to keep up to date with the amount of word needed but I guess even if I do half the amount then it’s good practice for freeing up some creativity.

Obviously the NaNoWriMo is not about the polished article so the writing is not edited but I thought it would be nice to pin up a start to see if anyone wanted to have a read through and let me know what you think of it as a start.



The Unearthing of Memory


The shovel chimed out a warning as it hit something hard and metallic in the dirt. Katrina stopped digging and held up the torch for a better view, moving the beam slightly until she caught a glimpse of something shiny. Crouching closer to the ground as she realised there was indeed a small silver corner poking out from the damp soil. She felt her heart pause as she reached out to touch the metal, see if she could feel the engravings hoping that her search had finally come to an end.

Katrina awoke from her vodka fuelled haze in the morning, furry tongued and fuzzy eyed. Wiry hair sprouted from her head like an ebony nest emerging from a stormy night. Her dreams clinging to her thoughts like reeds in the wind of a desecrated field once full of hope and now forgotten. Reaching over to grab the glass from the dresser she viewed the bubbles created from the heat inside the clear liquid yet continued to drink it or at least try. Throwing her neck forward and letting out a loud hacking cough she realised that the glass was not water like she had thought. She just managed to slam down the glass whilst attempting to compose herself and stop her throat burning. She really didn’t remember pouring that last vodka. Torn between the need for a drink and the effort it would take to reach the tap instead she slumped back into her bed and pulled up the covers, sleep would stave off the need for a little while longer.

It was hours later before her eyes drifted open and she found her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth and knew that still would have to force herself to move. Swinging her legs off the side of the bed she almost solidified into form, dragging her body across the floor as though her arms were made of lead. By the time she had shuffled to the sink and realised there were no clean glasses left she had almost given up. Allowing the tap to run for a few seconds before she tested the temperature with her fingers and swung her head under the cold water. Lips gulping from the stream like a wild animal in the heat lapping up water from a drainpipe. When she had finished she cupped her palms together and filled them with liquid refreshment before catapulting it towards her face.


She shook her head realising that a headache had started to settle in as her body tried to compensation for the alcohol finally leaving her. Her mind racing and showing glimpses of the previous night’s highlights, or rather low lights and the memories she could recall were hazy at best.

Looking around the room for clues to jog her memory she noted the crumpled red dress on the floor next to a black and red chequered stiletto and a messy blonde wig. She smiled as the thought came back to her of the fancy dress party from last night.

It had been seven o clock by the time she had got home from the office and worked her way through the traffic on the underground. She remembered checking the time as she tumbled through the door, hot and sticky from the rushing and wanting to clean off the grim of the tubes. She loved living in London yet travelling on the underground always made her feel dirty somehow, all those people squashed up inside a metal box, it just wasn’t natural.
Kicking off her sensible court shoes and peeling off her beige suit she walked towards the shower as she undressed, flinging the clothes at the chair in the corner of the room. Once inside the bathroom she reached across to turn the shower on, jumping back from the first cold blast of water and standing back as it warmed up. She remembered noting to herself at the time that she should really get the landlord to take a look at that but he made her so uneasy that she hated to have him inside the flat whilst she was alone.

After a quick shower she felt refreshed enough to start getting ready for the party and she was so looking forward to it. Smoothing her fingertips over the invitation she almost squealed in her excitement. She had really been lucky enough to get an invite to the Baldrick mansion and the gold embossed words in her hand confirmed this. Every year she would hear gossip from others in her office block as they boasted of their night in the wondrous exclusive parties thrown by Nigel Baldrick, self made millionaire who wasn’t afraid to show it. Well this year she was all set to surprise those higher ranking bitches in the office as she turned up with an invite after an accidental meeting in the elevator.
The party was always themed and this year it has been villains so Katrina had immediately seized the opportunity to wear her favourite pair of stilettos from the new hot designer Clarissa Ingleton. She had spent a whole weeks wages on the shoes and it wasn’t often she had cause to wear them, but the party meant she could design a whole Harley Quinn outfit around them.

Looking in the mirror as she applied the finishing touches to her outfit: adjusting the blonde pigtails and pressing a red and black leather mask to her cheekbones she felt ready…ready to show that she, Katrina Scarlett was good enough to mix with the beautiful people of London.

After stepping out onto the pavement from her doorway it wasn’t long before she was able to hail a black cab and arrive in style to the party (or at least no having to catch a tube). As she arrived at the mansion she held her breath as she realised just how big and intimidating the building really was. She had always know where Baldrick’s place was yet she had never been to that side of town, had never had need to and now she was feeling slightly scared at turning up alone. Kicking herself for turning down Mark’s offer of a lift and a partner to enter with she teetered out of the cab and onto the red velvet carpet that been placed she assumed especially for the occasion. Looking up she realised that she was still a way from the front door and the carpet spilling out from the door and over the steps were making her feel even more nervous.

‘You can do this Katrina’ She whispered encouragingly to herself as she tightly clenched her clutch bag and strode forward.


A year ago today

I was introduced to the idea of actually sharing some writing online … oh the horror!

Was my initial thought yet one year later I am glad I did ..

Everyone needs a hobby/ lifestyle/ workplace/ crazy outlet/ creative space/ storage for all the baggage place eh 😀


One Minute challenge – Accepted!

So I was going to slink off away from the keyboard but I saw a gauntlet being thrown to the floor by Blair King

And well it would have been rude not to pick it up…

So here it is, my exact timed minute poem, straight to the page. I can’t type very fast 😀


A minute
That’s all I have
60 fleeting seconds of you
Is that ever really enough?

Can a minute really hold it all
in the palm of my hand
and ready to show you
Where I begin

Real Neat Blogger Award


So after being put forward for a bit of blog interaction via the Neat blogger award I actually had a lot more fun to complete this than expected and I think I have surprised myself even…so thank you Muskan for the nomination – Check out her pretty awesome blog HERE

My answers to the questions:

1) Your favourite book and why?
I have an awful lot of ‘favourite books’ however one of them has to be

The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson.

I think I should admit to judging this book at first by its pages and decided I had to have it on the basis that not only did it’s cover rock but it also had black page edges which just kind of sealed the deal for my younger inner Goth.
Though if you actually read this book you will find out that it isn’t just all for show, the outside appearance is actually a good visual for the story, and the story itself is pretty amazing, I would not say that I am usually a ‘romance’ reader but this book had me hooked on believing in love again without actually being pinned as a romance story.

It’s exciting, surprising and addictive, and my copy is extremely dog eared now..but I might just have to dig it out once again.

2) If you could have dinner with anyone in the world right now, who would it be?
I know this is where I’m supposed to put in some inspirational writer or something …but c’mon it will obviously be Johnny Depp .. because Johnny Depp!

3) One song you like?
Only one? — Balance beam by Blue October then – All of their songs are just so poetic

4) Pet peeve(s) of yours?
People who cast judgements on what other people are doing when it does not concern them. The way I see it is everyone should be free to do as they wish so long as it doesn’t impact negatively on others

5) Three words to describe you?
Annoying, opinionated, honest

6) One thing you can’t live without?
Water! .. and not only in a literal way. I love baths, rain, the sea, lakes .. it’s just so relaxing.

7) Favourite piece of clothing you own?
A long black velvet skirt that I have had way too long and has a small hole that I remember is there every so often…but it’s so comfy that I can’t throw it out

8) Your favourite movie and why?
Hmm – One of my very favourites would be – What Dreams May Come
It’s just such a great film dealing with tragedy and love rolled into one . It also has Robin Williams starring which helps make it great.

9) What would you be if, you could have been anything? (As a profession).
I kind of have to say author here don’t I .. though I do think being the person that operates the bulldozers would also be quite a therapeutic job

10) Your favourite superhero.
There was a fair bit of deliberation over this since it would depend which version we are talking about. I mean the comics are different to the films and the films are different to the TV shows, and then you have the artists and actors causing issue and so on and so on.

So for arguments sake I am going to opt for Wonder woman since she pretty much kicks ass which ever version and I spent a fair bit of my childhood running around with tinfoil cuffs trying to swing a lasso made of strawberry laces.

And for nominations (if willing of course)
Just Plain Old Vic – Who has a great inpirational and varied blog – check it out!
Blair King – Some great interactive poetry going on over there to read through and join in
Dharmesh – Who can make you awww or aaargh – A great blog of stories, poems and reviews

So the rules are to blog post your answers to the questions & choose another 3 bloggers to keep that blogger interaction going 🙂


Got to get up

Got to get moving

Got to keep my goals in mind

As I get older

The list grows longer

Already I’ve fallen behind

But no time for sulking

No time to stop

Got to keep ploughing ahead

So much to do now

so little time

Yet still I can’t get out of bed


Something inspired by Poetry 101 Rehab


It only takes one moment

Icy droplets bounced off the window pane, she had lost everything that day. Darkness seeping into her room as the sky opened into another violent assault. Her tears echoed by the rain streaming down the glass, collecting in the wells of the broken ladder. There was no life without him.