The Fleeting Passion

The Secret of Short-Story Writing I’ll give you the sole secret of short-story writing, and here it is: Rule 1. Write stories that please yourself. There is no rule 2. The technical points you can get from Bliss Perry. If you can’t write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public.

via Please (Me) | #AdviceToWriters — Mags Loves Jimi

I saw this and thought it was great. It sums it up for me, life is too short to waste it doing things that don’t make you happy.

I don’t really know why I started writing, but I love it. I’ve just finished a short story that I started writing months ago when it was just a description of about 150 words. Then two weeks ago I started thinking about it again and ideas started to flow. Then a brief period of intense writing and I had a 1600 words that I was really happy with. I gave it a week to cool off and then on Monday night I did an edit and sent it off.

I am a slow writer. My target is 100 words a day. In three years I have completed one novel and five short stories. If the  novel was a long drawn out relationship, then a short story is a passionate affair. A sudden obsession that takes over your every waking thought, that your pour your energies into, that is sweet because you know it will not last.

A short story is but a fleeting passion.


Every Heart

Every heart sings a song,

incomplete, until another heart

whispers back. Those who wish to

sing always find a song. At the touch

of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”


I’ve reblogged this from the Eyes+Words blog because I thought it was just great.

It’s even more amazing when you think that Plato actually started out as a wrestler. In fact Plato wasn’t even his real name, it’s a nickname from his wrestling days which means ‘stocky’ or even, if you are feeling unkind, ‘fatso’.

So if a wrestler can:

a) become one of the greatest philosophers of all time


b) express the sentiments above


c) maybe there is hope for me yet!

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“Every heart sings a song,

incomplete, until another heart

whispers back. Those who wish to

sing always find a song. At the touch

of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”


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The Habit of Happiness

I have recently finished reading The slight edge by Jeff Olson. One of the things he talks about is the link between happiness and success, so I thought I would share the 5 happy habits as recommended by Shawn Achor (his Ted talk is attached below). Being happy has many benefits and there appear to be […]

via The 5 happy habits #psychology #happiness —  I read this really interesting post on the blog so I thought I would share it. The 5 happy habits it talks about are:

Write down 3 things that made you happy in the last 24 hours.
Spend 2 minutes writing about one positive experience you had in the last 24 hours.
Exercise for 10 minutes a day.
Practice meditation for 2 minutes a day.
Perform an act of kindness without expecting anything in return.

I am generally a happy person so I went down this list to see if I do any of them. The list says that doing just one will make you happier, so here goes:

1 – I would never do this. I’m just not organised enough and I would spend an inordinate amount of time trying to work out which were the three best things and in what order. Which there is no need to do, it’s just the way I think.

2 – I could do this but I don’t have enough time to write as it is without putting an extra job on there as well.

3 – I got to this one and relaxed, because this is one thing I do, because I have a dog and I walk her at least twice a day. I’ve definitely been happier since I got a dog. I thought it was the unconditional love, but maybe it’s just the exercise.

4 – Meditate? Really?

5 – Kind of. Random acts of kindness make the world a better place and I think Karma works, not as some sort of mystical force or anything but a kind of illustration of quantum interconnectedness. Or as The Beatles put it: All You Need is Love.

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No Words

“I read once that the ancient

Egyptians had fifty words for sand &

the Eskimos had a hundred words for

snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love,

but all that comes to mind

is the way you move against me while you sleep

& there are no words for that.”

 Brian Andreas

via No Words — Eyes + Words

Saw this on the Eyes Plus Words blog and loved it so much that I had to share it.