I have resisted writing a post like this for a couple of weeks. What is the point of promoting my 12 most popular posts this year? If you haven't read them yet then why would you want to read them now? Then I took my own advice and wrote for myself. So especially for me here are my top posts one from each month.
Mary stood in the bedroom and put her hand into the warm, silk pocket of her husband's trousers. Some suit trousers were rough and coarse. Mary ensured, that Jonathan only ever bought the best trousers. Nothing in the right pocket. In the left pocket, Mary found a piece of crumpled paper. The paper caught her hand as she pushed her fingers into the corner of the pocket. Smoothing the paper out, she saw it was a receipt for yesterday, from a local hotel. Mary felt her stomach churn and her heart beat out of her chest. Jonathan had not mentioned that he had been to a hotel the previous day. Mary felt her face flush, as the realisation hit her. Jonathan had lied to her. Mary took the trousers and the offending receipt with her, downstairs. She made her way into the study. Finding Jonathan's laptop on his desk she sat down on the leather chair. Feeling the cold from the leather through her thin trousers, she logged his laptop on.
I have read some brilliant books this year. Here are my top 5
Every year for as long as I can remember I have set myself yearly reading challenges. This comes in the form of three tasks. You are welcome to take any of these for yourselves in 2019
“By failing to prepare, you are preparing to fail.” Benjamin Franklin Are you a meticulous planner, or do you let your ideas and characters drive your novel? I have written posts in the past about the perfect structure for a post. Although I follow this, I don’t always plan my posts. In the beginning, I have a headline in place. Later I will refine this into a killer headline. I also have a rough idea about where the post is going and the information I want to include. For some posts, I will plan this in detail. Most, however, I let my author’s voice guide the writing.
The paper had mounted up around the wastepaper basket, over the hours. Michelle tore yet another sheet of her pad and crumpled it up into the smallest of balls. She pressed the paper between her fist until her knuckles went white and the paper cut into her skin.
I have always been fascinated by poetry and yet never tried to write it. Encouraged by some of the excellent poets in my Facebook Group LINK I thought it was time to try. With this thought in mind, I embarked on the task of learning how to write poetry. I searched every available source and found nothing that would help.