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First of all, an enormous thank you to Lady in Transition for including Love Literary Life in her Blogger Recognition Award.

I’m deciding to follow through with this invite, because I’d love to give back to the writing community for a change despite my rough time schedule.
I’ve been absent from blogging for a few months now, knuckling down on my debut novel, squeezing in time where my 3y/o, 2y/o and 4 month olds allow. I’m determined to get it finished.

I started Love Literary Life wanting to share my writing with a greater community, hoping for feedback and advice into the improvements I can make and it has been a wonderful experience. I’ve met so many talented and passionate writers with huge hearts who do nothing but give and encourage others. The writing community only grows when we support each other.

What I’ve learned so far from writing online and blogging, is there is a wonderful community out there, you just need to take the time to engage and show others you do appreciate their work. Positivity breeds positivity. If your thoughts are positive towards others, you will create more goodness in the world and more passion for the arts and life itself.
As for fictional writing, it’s harder than it seems. There’s so much thought, planning and time that needs to go into your work that goes unnoticed. It’s a constant battle with your inner voice who keeps telling you you’re not good enough, or that you don’t feel like writing today, or you just don’t have ideas that people will want to read about. It’s a constant battle. One that you need to win every time you sit down to write, because it’s the only way you will get there, it’s the only way you will realise how incredible that writing dream really is.

“Hard work beats talent where talent is lazy.” I’m not sure where I read that, but it’s one of my favourite quotes, and I hope it helps other writers and bloggers push through as it has for me.

But most of all, write for you. If you want to make money, sure, write in the niche’s that are developing strong. But make sure you do work that’s for you. It’s about what you enjoy, how you would want things to happen, pieces you would love to read. When you stop pondering on what other people want you to make happen, you have more time to put your heart and soul into your work and create something real and fulfilling. Do it.

Those on my list aren’t required to follow on with this Blogger Recognition Award, I just hope it brings you some new people to your audience. You all do wonderful work for very different reasons.

Carrot Ranch Communications
Charli has a heart of gold and is always offering support to others, whether they be writers, readers or passersby. I cannot speak highly enough of her and the welcoming Carrot Ranch community she has created.

Dream by Day
Read, Think, Ponder
It’s All About Books
Be Book Smart
The Bookish Barrister
Lemon Shark
Jules in Flashy Fiction
Dr Gulara Vincent
Annethology
Live Love Laugh Learn . . . Create the Possibilities
Reflections and Nightmares
Sesquiotica
Stuff Jeff Reads
Cohesion Press

Blogger Recognition Award Rules:

  1. Select 15 other blogs to which you want to give the award. Do some digging if you must! Find those blogs. You cannot nominate yourself or the person who has nominated you.
  2. Write a post to show off your award! Give a brief story of how your blog got started, and give a piece or two of advice to new bloggers. Thank whoever nominated you, and provide a link to their blog. List who you’ve nominated in the post. Make sure to attach the award! (You can do this by right clicking, saving, and uploading the image above).
  3. Comment on each blog and let them know you’ve nominated them. Provide a link to the award post you created.

Red

Dirt caked her soft dress. She’ll wash it later. For now, though self-assigned, she had to complete her mission before the sun set – she had to find it.
Laughter reached her, drifting from the house at the bottom of the yard; soon it’d turn to cries.
She had to hurry.
She sped over the ground, eyes darting.
At last she spotted it, red fabric peeking out beneath the roses.

Hiding behind the gum’s roots, she held her breath as her charge’s carer emerged, collected a red blanket, disappeared and all became quiet inside, as the lights went out.


My contribution to this week’s weekly challenge over at the Carrot Ranch.

The challenge called for a flash fiction piece in 99 words that related in some way to the prompt, dirt.

This piece is driven by the same two characters of my last two Carrot Ranch, prompt-inspired posts, Protector and The Gift.

The Gift

Hiding beneath the roots of a grand gum, she heard the tiny sobs.
Her charge had been playing outdoors again. Did she hurt herself?
The fairy, wings tucked away, peered through grass above. She could see the side of the little girl, hands cupped, tears dripping onto dusty clothes.
Something hung out of her fingers.
Should she let her cry? Her heart ached.

It was still so warm and so soft too. Why wasn’t it moving?
Something buzzed past the little girl.
Her palm itched and she opened her hands.
She gasped as the mouse looked up at her.

Protector

A scream cut through her from across the meadow and she raged into action, dismissing her injury and climbing up the nearest lookout.
Her arms trembled, not used to her own weight, but she needed to ensure her charge was okay.
Her heart pounded at another squeal and she cursed her clumsiness; she would’ve been on top by now.
Silence.
Finally up, she peered through the crisp fog and relief washed over her as she saw the dancing figures, twirling around a ring of daisies.
She leant against the lookout rose’s petals, breathing deep and stroking her torn wing.



This is my contribution to this week’s 99 word Flash Fiction challenge over at the Carrot Ranch. The prompt called for a story that includes a rose.

It’s so much fun writing a suspenseful piece, and revealing all only at the end. I hope you enjoy reading it, and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts.

Porcelain

Waves hushed sounds of traffic far behind. Tiny fingers grasped mine, pulling past flowers and trees, little feet skipping over loose stones.
I took one step for her four.
She hadn’t told me our destination; “it’s a surprise Mummy.”
She glanced back, round eyes gleaming and all smiles, “we’re close!”
I couldn’t help but smile with her, adoration running deep.
Her pace slowed and I looked up.
I froze.
Upon a bed of grass, decorated with turquoise waves, lay a porcelain tea set; the one from my first birthday.
“Surprise, Mummy,” she beamed.
I hid tears in her embrace.


This is this week’s contribution to the 99 word flash fiction challenge over at the Carrot Ranch.
Charli’s prompt provided an image and the idea of a garden party, and I used both for inspiration.

Old Mystery

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The door creaked open. Cool air drifted out from darkness beyond.
She took a step, and another, hand guiding along soft, dusty walls. Her other hand searched above.
Click.
A dim globe created great shadows behind piles of books, old chests and dusty boxes. She knelt beside a lone one, a lump forming in her throat, hand hovering over her stomach.
She lifted the lid and a tear fell, disappearing into a baby blue blanket.
Forever soft.
Beneath, she saw a brass key and froze, remembering countless, frantic searches as she smiled, picturing the car in the room beyond.



This week’s contribution to the Carrot Ranch’s weekly challenge. Inspired by both Charli Mills’ prompt, an Old Mystery and my better half whose humour always trumps my own.

Selfish Devotion

Fist clenched, Warrick scribbled signatures across paperwork. His wife, face pale, breathed hard on a hoverbed. She looked worse with each day.
Labouring took a greater toll.
She screamed before the relieved laughter and a nurse placed their child in her arms.
Warrick relinquished the papers and nodded.
The nurse reclaimed the newborn.
His wife turned her head to him, eyes trained on their child, “Warrick? What’ve you done?”
Men guided the hoverbed to a cryo-chamber.
She screamed, “No! I want my baby!”
Warrick steeled himself, muttering, “should’ve had the treatments.” He left the child. “I’ll find a cure.”


This piece is guided by Charli’s weekly 99 word Flash Fiction prompt over at the Carrot Ranch; ‘A Hard Place and a Connection’.

It is inspired by my current WIP and is the turning point in just one character’s life that created a void and lifelong obsession. It creates the goal that propels him through the novel and the demons he must face.

The hard place is his decision and the connection is the love they share as life partners; his selfish devotion to her.

I must apologise for my brief explanation but, with a 3.5 week old bub myself, I’m a tiny bit sleep-deprived.

Wishing everyone the best of luck with this prompt! I can’t wait to see what ensues.

Remember, each week there is a new prompt, and the warm community at the Carrot Ranch welcome absolutely everyone.