I’m really excited to share some of my work with you in a fresh and relevant way that directly relates to my current state... but this wasn’t wholly my idea. I’ve got a few inspirations to credit for different parts of this idea.
The first is Abbigale Dawn from twitter (@AbbigaleDawn) and she’s the brains behind Fast Fiction Friday and #FastFri. Her idea of creating a hashtag that could connect authors and get their work out into the world has become a regular part of my Fridays and it only felt natural to integrate it here.
And finally, a friend of mine, Brandon, has been extremely supportive of my writing. Pushing me to write even the most trivial of prompts, just to keep my muscles going. Brandon is a great concept and character artist whose blog you should check out and check in on often. Everything he posts is better than the last.
So all of this is leading up to my final point; you. This is where you come in. I need your help. With Camp NaNoWriMo around the corner I need to get back into shape and that means more writing and more prompts. Be my muse and leave a prompt idea, feedback, or even just a word in the comments below or via twitter, fb, or email and I will use your suggestions for future Fiction Friday content. Together we can create something wonderful and I can’t wait to share it with you!
For now, I’ll leave you with a five minute sprint from this weekend and a quote from Keeper’s from a writing session on Saturday.
Fiction Friday 01:
Muse: Brandon B.
Prompt: Spend 5 minutes describing something in the room you are in.
Soft to the touch, the blood red threads ripples under my fingers as I brush against the grain. Billions of silky strands furrow and pucker as the fabric bends and moves. The channels of weave create a canyon of fibers, a pattern my eyes trace along absentmindedly whilst I day dream. The backing is made of something else entirely, a softer thinner material, but equally as pleasing against my flesh. This material is more common in and often used for clothing and shoes. Together they rest atop my shoulders and drape down to pool in my lap where my hands take comfort in contrasting grace.
Mal nodded again and Onnie sighed. “Well, I missed your furry butt on my pillow this morning, and I secretly think Dany was disappointed you weren’t on her head when she woke up.”