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The Call of the Pen | Flash Fiction, Book Reviews, Devotionals and other things. The Call of the Pen Flash Fiction, Book Reviews, Devotionals and other things. Skip to content HomeAbout ← Older posts You Only Live Once – So Write! Posted on February 13, 2024 by Lyn I know, I know, I know, my dishes fill the sink.The ironing’s piled up high and my life is on the brink.But there are twenty pages more that I have to write,Before this very day becomes this very night.The lawns they do need mowing, but you can hire a guide,For from front gate to my front door I’m sure you will survive.A plague or two dust bunnies breed beneath my bed,While characters and settings bounce around my head.I woke with such a start in the middle of last night,A stunning bright idea almost made my heart take flight.I raced towards the study and tripped upon the dogAnd suddenly I found my mind enveloped in a fog.I sat and sat and waited, for inspiration to return,But my muse had up and taken that holiday I yearn.Just yesterday my editor had shown to me her ire,“Chapter eight and chapter nine by Monday I desire.”I glanced around the study, and frowned in consternationWhat reason can I quickly find for my hero’s altercation?And who, what, why, where, how and when, raise their ugly head.I also need a sneaky way to have a villain dead.A bleary glance upon the clock, revealed it two A.M.Please, dear Lord, some sleep I need, I pray with soft AmenMy mind is gone without a doubt, and insanity I pledWhen my editor phones and asks of me, “Why are you still in bed?”I wish that I could wake, and sleep, and eat in automation,while my mind produces twisting plots with perfect inspiration.The writer’s life brings joy and pain and takes much energy,But write I must and here I know, I’m in good company. Posted in writing | 6 Comments There Be Dragons Here Posted on February 5, 2024 by Lyn After reading posts about books, editing, and reading from Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner and Mike eyedancers.wordpress.com Fedison, I felt a spark of silliness and dragged something out of the attic to post. If you’ve ever sought the services of a professional editor, I’m sure you’ll relate to it. He’s tall and slinky, but don’t be mistaken,He has the charm of a large hungry kraken.Your words he’ll devour, left right and centreAnd gerunds and gerundives will fly from his tower.“You split the infinitive,” he’ll moan out loud.“And the tense of your MS is under a cloud.”You think splitting the infinitive is not as much fun,As splitting the atom right under his … seat.He phones you at midnight when your defences are downAnd you stutter and fumble and sound like a clown.He declares Sally the yak, might run and leap,but it’s beyond her power to drive the pink Jeep.Edward dies in a plane crash in chapter four,But ten sees him blithely run through the door.Oh, how could you make such a huge mistake?And you weep, sob and moan till daybreak.“Fear not, oh writer,” the Kraken announces,And for one fearful moment, he looks ready to pounce.“I’m here to advise you, lend a hand and assist,get rid of your faux pas, glitches and unsightly messes.”“You need my help to see this through,to make sure you show instead of just tellFor though you may think I’m a heartless predator,I’m really and truly, your loving editor Posted in Poetry, writing | 4 Comments Just Follow the Bouncing Ball Posted on January 27, 2024 by Lyn Horatio ducked under an overhanging branch of the giant tree fern and flattened himself against its trunk. He tried to calm his breathing, slowly, slowly, breathe – don’t let her find you again. He risked a quick peek around the fronds and pulled back hurriedly. She was coming closer – snuffling the ground, trying to follow his faint scent.Wincing, he examined his injuries; there was a sizable chunk taken out of his left leg where his enemy had spent ten minutes chewing on him. He groaned; his smart uniform would never be the same again, and he daren’t think about his handsome face where the savage beast had slobbered on him as she carried him by the head. The very thought made him shudder.A slight movement from the far side of the lawn caught his eye and he turned towards the garden bed where Jack and Jill waved and motioned for him to make his way through the fairy ring, which had sprung up overnight, and over to them where Alyssum and Viola spilled over onto the gravel driveway.Horatio was halfway across the lawn when he heard a delighted yip-yip and felt the ground tremble as the giant, slavering beast boun

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