Wednesday, February 29, 2012

February 29th.31 Prompts

I have been having these dreams
We don't know how or when the body surrenders
It is neither good nor bad
Grass remains or grass comes back
I want to kick a dog. or hand out tickets
Starchy nurses taking the air
A park full of Thai servants, their voices like insects
It is contradictions like these
I would sit in amber bars and imagine women
Blind sailors, blind acrobats
It's not you, it's what you write
A man called Archangel
We have stumbled into carnage
Dying right now would be ludicrous
In the not too distant future
I wonder, at that last moment, what I will think of
It is probably better with a parachute
Something to nibble on
It is simply how dying works
I would ride from town to town and talk to writers
The day of paper
We must praise as much as we can
Don't teach the computers too much
They have made a folding plug, we are on our way
She is like an old library. I borrow parts of her and look inside
The day I became invisible
I cannot find my scales. How heavy am I?
We could have sex or kill each other. We toss a coin.
I would try to forget I once had this
Returning to myself after an absence
We must pretend the bad things did not happen

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Not Quite 05:00

Up at 05:05 an started writing about half-past

Story finished for the day just after 06:30

Come and join me for March?

29 Prompts for Tuesday 05:00

She said her place wasn't far
Finally, you feel the blood coming back
Nothing is square
What if I just didn't know how to love?
Sometimes I float, sometimes I'm too heavy
If I die, hang around a while
Don't laugh at me walking, don't talk about me
Horses passing, their hooves muffled in sacks
You were less than ten yards out
The smell of clock
One of the possibilities is love
It will be beautiful, with candles, soft light, airy music
Forgive us our tuppences
There are various things in the heavens
I woke, wired up, to a famous musician
You've heard the news, right?
A sky like smoked glass, and a smell like steel
I will sing until you hate me
Shitting into a small hole
Old Italians
Just after midnight, if you are quiet
You might be killed once or twice
The way we fit together, enemies
A fox shitting, a rabbit screams
I would gladly kill every cat
I am more than a little tired
This is not about you
Ideally, without regret, but if not, peacefully, at least

Monday, February 27, 2012


1,175 Word story from those prompts, using all bar two of them!

Two Dozen Prompts

A Naafi Dance
Chase the Lady and other names
Coffee made with condensed milk
How I still want love, to love
I am trying to take things no more than two at a time
I can still remember, "As his spine telescoped into his brain"
I dip my toe in
I find myself leaning towards the page, sniffing
Evil is built-in
I remember stepping off the train, a rabbit
I will be back in the same room
It hasn't rained since you left
It's a kind of porn
It's endearing to watch my back-then self
Just one other, small thing...
A boy who blew his fingers off with a bomb
She said, "Oh, I've never thought of you like that."
The sticky-out ears, the awkwardness
The world sliding slowly away
Their Triumph Spitfires gone
We made love for four days, the room aching
Cold War
What are you doing for the next ten years?

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Five Hundred at Five? 600 at Six?

Looking for, say, twenty volunteers to try a project.

Two Ideas

Rise for 5 AM and write 500 words before 6 AM

Rise for 6 AM and write 600 words before 7 AM

In my own case, I'll rise for five and do the 1,100 words

I'm happy to arrange for two sets of prompts for 5AM and 6AM every day

Would like to try and do this for a month.

Join me?

Friday, February 24, 2012


Man-Flu, so spent the day doing a massive clear-out, sorting University notes, admin

And joined twitter Alex Keegan@bootcampkeegan