A quick note before lights out

....With lasers for wings my creative angels sped to me tonight.
Laying at my right hand a few lines, then, without fanfare, leaving.

I'd like to stay up tonight, all night, tapping out what's inside, but it's darkening so I'll lie awake in bed dreaming.

Goodnight

I Must Go On

Cocoa and dreams all gone. Today is Thursday despite what Blogger says down below!

My morning tea is a tad too milky but I've got a couple of ideas for a story so that makes up for the ghostly cuppa.
All I have to do now is work at it and what an awful thought that is.
By nature I'm a lazy slobbett, who if she can, will avoid all hard work especially work where I have to engage my brain. Of course writing a few words for a blog post is easy, however, to write a competent short story is much more difficult, if not impossible.
It's not too bad if you're getting something down for your own pleasure but if your aim is to please an editor or two, then it's hell.
In the past whenever I've started to write something for 'publication' I've dried up and that means I'm left parched, angry and miserable. So why I'm pushing myself like this I don't know, or do I?
Methinks I do.
I'm banging my head on the keyboard, feeling my own heart beat and licking my lips in excitement because I have to, I must, I can't help it.
Because to deny what little talent I have is to deny who I am and that is shameful, so I'll carry on.

The Return (Audio)

Ten years ago I did a creative writing course and as Christmas approached, my tutor Mrs Ramet, asked if any of us would be entering the local newspaper's ghost story competition.
'I'll have a go' I merrily quipped.
'Oh goody' she said 'None of my pupils have ever won anything, do your best Angie, for me!'
So I did and I won.