Writing

A Christmas 75-worder #16

Snowflake by Yvie HoggardAnother Science Fiction themed Christmas 75-worder, although you will see, I hope that I've given it a little fantasy spin and left the ending open ended, which is all you have space to do in such a short piece.I'll let you draw your own conclusions with this one...

Mars One was Humanity’s first non-Lunar permanent colony. It was small, just 27 scientists and engineers for this one-way trip as they began a lifetime of work to make it possible for those that would follow to return back to Earth if required. Christmas Day was business as usual, but nobody admitted to the clever hoax of hoof prints in the Martian soil or where the non-itinerary gifts left in their bunks had come from.

Hope all your Christmas wrapping is almost done, the clock is ticking and time is almost up.John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #15

Snowflake by Yvie HoggardThis is one of my favourite 75-worders, not just of Christmas, but of any of those that I have written. I was very pleased when this one got picked for publication on the Paragraph Planet website in December 2014 during its seasonal Christmas run of 75-worders.

The attack came from nowhere, the perfect ambush. Biggsy took a head shot and tumbled backwards through the trees and disappeared out of sight as the rest of the patrol dived for cover. For a brief moment Tonky’s world was filled with blinding, stinging shrapnel, but then the thudding impacts stopped. He nodded to the rest, the enemy had not staggered their fire and were now reloading. They broke from cover, snowballs at the ready.

John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #14

Santa Hat by Yvie HoggardAs I said in a previous post in this series, despite my love of Science-Fiction, I often struggle to do justice to the genre in just 75-words, especially if you throw Christmas into the mix. The idea for this one came to me after stumbling over a re-run of Men in Black and I didn't write it at Christmas (unlike most of my other Christmas themed stories).

The commander read the charge sheet with growing alarm. He looked up at the prisoner and spoke in grave tones. “When we picked up your distress beacon after you’d crashed, you were instructed to lay low, but what do I see here? Use of temporal warp fields, unauthorised use of anti-gravity technology… Abuse of replicators… Turn that morph-field off!” The prisoner complied with the order. White beard became orange tentacles, but the red suit remained.

Well, by this time next week, it'll all be over! Hope your Christmas preparations are going brilliantly...John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #13

Holly by Yvie HoggardThis one came to me quite easily, once I'd decided it was going to be a play on words, the story pretty much wrote itself. I like it when that happens!

After Martha hung up the phone on her son she began to fret. Her house was beautifully and tastefully bedecked in subtle golds and silvers of festive decoration and now he said he was going to be bringing his own too, something nasty and modern from his art college no doubt. When she opened the door later, she was momentarily baffled. “Mum, this is Holly,” he said of the pretty girl stood next to him.

John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #12

Snowflake by Yvie HoggardSometimes all I have is a character, in this case the dad, and I just put them in a scene and see what happens. Usually what happens is I end up with an idea for story that is much longer than 75-words, but at least I have the idea. The rest is just editing.I really like this one, it gets me quite emotional reading it back.

Dad had always been a bit of an emotional flatliner. Never cross, but never particularly excitable either. Nervously, she handed him the envelope and waited. He opened the plain white card and stared at the small black-and-white image. She watched as his eyes scanned the words written next to it over and over again. “Merry Christmas Granddad, see you in a few months.” Tears ran down his cheeks, each one a rare and precious diamond.

John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #11

Rudolph by Yvie HoggardI adore the writings of Neil Gaiman, his short story collection, Smoke and Mirrors, is a particular favourite. I love the way Gaiman takes a familiar tale or character and twists them into something else and Nicholas Was does this brilliantly. I have tried my best to capture the essence of what Gaiman manages so beautifully in this 75-worder...

He had bitten off the jingle bells from his suit. The icy wind penetrated his thin frame through the holes in his green and gold jacket. The tips of his pointy ears were frozen. The sack, as his Master’s magic wore off, became heavier with each desperate stride. A glance backwards into the dark revealed a demonic lantern of red. “After him Rudolf!” the terrifying voice boomed out. He was never going to make it.

It should be noted that my eight year old daughter, Yvie, has a slightly different idea of a demonic Rudolph than I do.John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #10

Snowflake by Yvie HoggardYou can blame my fellow WordWatchers member Julian for this one. Julian had the idea for an 'alternative'  series of Christmas cards that started off with something traditional, recognisable and 'nice' and then, on the inside, twist it into something macabre.So this 75-worder is an expansion of that idea. Enjoy. Or , indeed, not...

The children had nagged me for months in the run up to Christmas. They had begged and pleaded and I admit, that in the end, just for an easy life, I gave in. Despite the constant warnings about it being for life and not just for Christmas I ordered a puppy. However, I have to say, I was rather disappointed. The children too seemed quite upset by the lack of flavour and barely touched it.

John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #9

Christmas Sparkle by Yvie HoggardIt turns out writing Christmas themed Science Fiction is quite hard, or at least I have certainly found it to be the case. I have written several that will never leave my hard drive, but there are also a few that I'm pleased with. They seem to work best if they're 'Christmas with a twist' where the twist is the Science Fiction element.Well, here's the first Science Fiction (ish) 75-worder  I wrote that I was actually happy with. Enjoy (I hope!)

Above them the stars sparkled diamond white against a background of inky blackness. Snow floated gently through the air and their breath billowed out as clouds of white as they sang their Christmas Carols. At the end of the service there was an exchange of small and simple gifts and they returned to their duties. The atmosphere of the observation deck was returned to normal and the spacecraft continued its exploration of the asteroid field.

John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #8

Christmas Pudding by Yvie HoggardThis is one of those 75-worders that coalesced from several different tiny fragments of stories I'd heard over the years. It made me smile writing it, so I hope it does the same when you've read it.

When they couldn’t find the brandy Grandpa brought out a dusty old bottle from the back of the larder, after sniffing the contents, he poured it onto the Christmas Pudding. As dad approached with the lit match there was a white flash and a scream as a high velocity silver sixpence hit Granny on the forehead. Scattered across the kitchen, superheated sultanas went bang. Of the pudding itself, nothing remained, save a charred sprig of holly.

Until next time.John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-Worder #7

Christmas Tree by Yvie HoggardThe Christmas period lends itself, not unsurprisingly, to the Fantasy genre. Although it took me a while to start to be pleased with my fantasy based Christmas stories I was really happy with this one. My take on the origins of the Christmas Tree...

He found her covered in snow. Her skin glistened in the moonlight as he gently lifted her free. She was cold to the touch, barely a breath in her body. He carried her back to his cabin, carefully fed her the last of his soup and wrapped her in his only animal skin blanket. When he woke in the morning she was gone but a magnificent pine had rooted where he had laid her down.

Until tomorrow!John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #6

Snowflake by Yvie HoggardI wrote this 75-worder a couple of years ago when Yvie, my snowflake creator, was just six years old. Those years have flashed by and, while we still have a believer in the house, I think this may be my last year as Father Christmas (and indeed, my 500th 75-worder was on that very subject and I may share it with you all later...)

It has been a week since I shaved and you sit on my knee and rub your hands across my cheeks, giggling at the sensation. You rub at my chin, where the hair is all but white and declare that I am turning into Father Christmas. I smile, thinking of years of glasses of whisky and half eaten carrots and bedroom creeping and hope I have a few years left with my secret identity still intact.

Until tomorrow (I hope!)John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #5

Snowman by Yvie HoggardI remember writing this particular 75-worder after listening to a particularly depressing news section on the radio. While I accept these things happen and they should not be ignored, it felt, at the time, as if there was a concerted effort to destroy what little Christmas spirit I had...

I turn off the radio, I drop the newspaper into the bin. I don’t want to know about the traffic chaos, closed schools or the delayed flights. I clasp my cup of hot chocolate and wait. Soon the first few flakes tumble past the window then disappear, but eventually, as I sip, the world turns white. Magical, sparkling, crisp, clean and virginal. Momentarily perfect. I look into the garden and see a snowman not yet made.

I felt much better about the world and myself when I finished writing it.John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #3

Snowflake by Yvie HoggardChristmas isn't always a happy time and, indeed, sometimes the pressure of the event, the expectation that it will be a happy one, can push some to breaking point. This story is an amalgamation of several true stories with a little bit of artistic license thrown in for good measure.

On Christmas morning Patricia watched her husband with something close to astonishment. He was being attentive to her and the children, he seemed happier, almost human, not the vile monster he had become over the last few years. “I know you said not to spend much, but I decided to go really big this year,” he said, handing her a gold envelope. She tore it open eagerly. Inside were divorce papers. “Merry Christmas,” he said quietly.

Of course, I hope you're all going to have an amazing Christmas!John Hoggard

Criticism

Criticism:  how to take it and what to do with it.

At last the book is finished.  There were times when you thought it never would be, but you’ve got there with all the strands drawn to a satisfactory conclusion.  You’ve read it through, corrected typos and inconsistencies.  You’re elated.  It isn’t at all bad.  However you’ve read the reviews on Amazon and know that even best-selling authors have the occasional damning one star.  What will other people think about your baby?

 The easiest way to find out is to ask your fellow authors, your supportive writing circle, whether round table or on-line.  It may be that some of them have already read bits of the story.  It’s time to put the whole thing up there for review.

 You are not prepared for the sheer volume of criticism and advice, a lot of it conflicting.  Is there too much action, or not enough?  Are the descriptive passages you liked so much really too long-winded and rambling?  Several people have commented on the dialogue.  They didn’t seem to find the Scottish dialect convincing.

 When the dust settles, you recover and read your story again.  Some of the criticism you can dismiss; your peers are telling you how they would have written it, but this is your story.  There are other points that are clearly valid.  It was worthwhile getting your fellow authors’ opinions, even if you are a bit confused.  You move your Scottish character down to the Midlands where he feels much more at home.  You change his name from Alistair to Joe and get rid of all that unconvincing Scottish dialect that was so difficult to write.

 Your story is much better, but you are still confused by the differing opinions you have received.  You’ve had a recent bonus, so decide to spend it on getting a professional critique.  The agency will make sure that the reader is attuned to your genre.  You wait several weeks until one the day, as you are about to leave for work, a large brown envelope pops through the letter box with the name and address written in your own handwriting.  You pick it up and put on the table and go to work, where you are unable to concentrate.  The image of that package looms too large.

 Later, after your evening meal and fortified by a second glass of wine, you slit open the envelope.  Well!  Who would have thought anyone could be so picky?  There’s pages and pages of stuff and all those notes in the margin.  It looks like they are suggesting a major re-write.  You read it through in anguish.  Could they find nothing good to say?  After a few days of depression, you read it again.  It’s not quite as bad as you thought at first.  In fact, it’s quite encouraging really.  Of course, there’s a lot to do, but it’s not impossible.

 The re-write takes ages and you suddenly realise you’ve spent longer editing than you did writing the original version.  That moment of elation when you thought you’d finished seems a very long time ago.  The story is quite different now, but better, definitely improved.  But is it good enough?  Your confidence has been shaken.

 The next step could be friends and work colleagues, people who may not know you write, but who share your taste in books.  People seem quite eager to read what you have written, perhaps they are a little curious and you wonder how much of yourself has been exposed in your writing.  This is much more stressful than sharing it with your writing circle.  These are real people, your potential readers should you ever get published.  Of course, they will say they like it.  They probably value your friendship or know they need to continue to work with you.  The feedback from these people will be different.  They won’t be criticising your writing style, your dialogue, character development, viewpoint, structure, all the stuff you got from your fellow writers and professional editors.  However, this exercise can tell you a lot.

 Once started, did they read it quickly, sitting up until midnight to finish it, or did they return it after some time explaining how the housework meant they simply hadn’t had time to finish reading it before?  Were they keen to discuss it with you and enthusiastic about the story, or were they a bit vague and didn’t seem to get your main character’s motivation?  This feedback may make you decide that you should put this one away and go on to the next thing, having learnt valuable lessons from the experience.  Positive feedback from these genuine readers could give you the confidence you need to send it out to agents and publishers or even to publish it yourself.

Pam

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Christmas 75-worder #2

Snowflake by Yvie HoggardI used to have several musical ties and, while they did not suffer the same fate as the tie in the story, their music generating electronics did mysteriously disappear...

When Bob returned from his work Christmas party, Margaret was rolling out the icing for their Christmas cake. His novelty tie played “Silent Night” as he crossed the kitchen and tried to steal a piece. It played “Jingle Bells” as Margaret turned, kissing her husband and, with a glint in her eye, undid his tie laid it on the work surface. As “The Snowman” started Margaret turned and battered it into silence with the rolling pin.

In other news, I wrote my 500th 75-worder this morning, a bit of a milestone. It was also my 75th Christmas/Winter themed story - so the plan for 75-Squared at Christmas is now at least plausible. However, I'd like to get up to 100 to give myself a little bit of slack as some of my earliest stories will need a good polish before they take on a suitably sparkly lustre.John Hoggard