642 things to write about: young writer's edition

A streetlight, a bear and a kid with a jar of honey

It’s been a while since I picked up that 642 Things To Write About: Young Writer’s Edition that Dragon got me for Christmas. So I figured tonight was as good a night as any to pick it back up again. Except the next prompt has me blinking rapidly in confusion. Write a story that includes a streetlight, a bear, and a kid with a jar of honey

For some, utterly unknown, reason, Bob! is giving me very film noir kind of vibes. Very black and white, classic Hollywood crime drama-y. Some kind of furtive deal in the dead of night, narrated by a New York private eye, y’know the type, with a trench coat, feet up on his desk. Bear and jar of honey possibly being code names, or a reference to a drug deal. Maybe some stolen diamonds. That kind of thing. Oh, and a Jessica Rabbit-esque femme fatale, naturally.

Of course, he’s also smirking at me and saying things like ‘bear’, ‘twink’ and ‘honeypot’ but then again this is Bob! so you wouldn’t expect anything different from him. Not really

642 things to write about: young writer's edition

Long live the King

I finally went up to the hospital to get the blood tests done. I hate those things but I pleased to report I survived with minimal unconsciousness, although I am getting a very pretty bruise on the inside of my left elbow.

(And, y’know, you’re all fatigued and exhausted and achy… so the medical profession decides it’s going to take three vials of your blood. That’s REALLY going to help the fatigued situation! *snort*)

It’s been a pretty chilled afternoon since I got home. I treated myself to some lunch from Subway and a cake from Greggs, then napped a while after. I’ve spent the rest of the time curled up on the couch watching stuff – Awkward, Faking It, Criminal Minds and now some NCIS.

I really do adore Penelope Garcia. and Abby Scuito. Nell Jones from NCIS LA too.
Not that I’m watching any NCIS LA. Not tonight, anyhow. I’m a little too sleepy for that. I don’t think I’ll be long taking my ass up the stairs to bed.

That 642 Things To Write About book is waving at me though, so I guess I’m just gonna flip to the next prompt in it which is:
The King shows up on your doorstep… and makes me a very confused llama because last time I checked we have a Queen. Please excuse me one moment while I google and make sure she’s still with us.



Nope, Queen Elizabeth II is still the reigning monarch, and she has been since 2 June 1953 (which, random trivia, was the first thing my mum ever saw on TV). Almost 63 years, making her our longest reigning monarch.

Sure, after her we will have a King – Charles III – and, another random trivia, when he becomes King he will be the oldest to be crowned. The current record holder is William IV who was 64 when he became king in 1830. Charles is also the third-longest serving Prince of Wales, behind George IV and Edward VII

I swear I’m not a Royalist or anything, although I will admit to completely adoring Prince Philip (Duke of Edinburgh, husband of the Queen, longest-serving consort of a reigning British monarch and the oldest-ever male member of the British royal family). You know, the guy who just says whatever he’s thinking and happily insults everyone. I think he’s fab.

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Blue his house with a blue little window

I have successfully Sunday-ed.
I did my grocery shopping. Admittedly, I did it online and it’s being delivered tomorrow but, still… I have purchased groceries.
I arranged my car insurance renewal – pain-free and cheap, just the way I like it
I managed to sort, fold and put away all the laundry that had piled up on the chair for the last *cough* 2 months. It hurt my hips but I got it done. It may not sound like much but one small, physical, achievement has me feeling pretty good.

So I treated myself. I walked down to the little Tesco and bought myself a bottle of Dr Pepper and a thing of Millionaire’s Shortbread that was on roll back. Nom nom nom and very nice it was too!

I also finished S2 of Rizzoli & Isles. That’s two seasons in the last week. Oops.
I’m now trying to watch one of Michael Shanks’ movies, The Bouquet, but it is awful – and not the fun kind of awful either.

I’m now trying to write some more of the shapeshifter AU but I’m a little stuck. Trying to hash it out with Natalie to get past this block. It’s frustrating that I’m so close to the end and there’s this bloody great mountain in front of me. GRRRRR

I can’t help but think this is a very boring blogpost so I grabbed the 642 Things To Write About book that Dragon got me for Christmas, and the next prompt is:
The entire neighbourood is beige and grey, but at the end of the street sits a bright blue house. Who lives in there?

Clearly, the person who lives in there is ME. You’ve met me, right, and my love for all things bright and colourful? You’ve been in my house? OK, maybe I wouldn’t have a house that was blue on the outside but on the inside is ALL the colours. I hated being stuck in private rentals where everything was off-white or magnolia or cream or beige, it was so cold and clinical.

For those of you who don’t know… My hall/stairs/landing are blue and yellow, my kitchen is green and grey, my living room is brown and orange. My bedroom when I finish it will be red, black and gold. I’m planning on my bathroom being purple. Not sure about the spare room yet though.

642 things to write about: young writer's edition

Message In A Bottle

One of my Christmas presents from Dragon was a writing prompt book called ‘642 Things To Write About’, and Dragon being Dragon she got me the ‘Young Writer’s Edition. Or, to put it much plainer, the kids version. *grins* Thanks Dragon.

Today seems like a good time to crack open the spine and take a look at my first writing prompt:
You’re enjoying making sandcastles at the beach, when the ocean waves wash up a message in a bottle. You pull out the message. What does it say?

Firstly, I’m going to assume I’m on a beach that is not in the UK in the middle of winter. Just for clarity’s sake, I’m going to go ahead and say that my beach is in the Caribbean. I mean… it’s 6C, raining and blowing a gale out there. This is not optimum sandcastle building weather!
Not that the prompt is asking this, or that it’s anything do to with the prompt at all. Just saying.

It’s probably testament to the kind of sci-fi and horror that I adore that in my mind, the message says something along the lines of opening this bottle has freed an evil spirit. You have 24hrs to capture him and cast the spell that returns him to this prison or he will take over your body.

Orrrr that opening the bottle has unleashed a plague upon the world that shall cause the population to be decimated. You are now Patient X. It would probably also say that even if you killed yourself you would still cause the virus to spread.
I’m quite fond of this second one actually because then you could have the CDC kicking into gear, quarantining the area, trying to use anything left in the bottle in conjunction with my blood/cells/what-have-you to find out what kind of virus/plague it is, to synthesise a cure or a vaccine…

Not that I’ve been wtching things like 12 Monkeys, Helix, The Strain etc recently… no, not at all. It also make me want to watch that early NCIS episode S.W.A.K – y’know, the one where Tony got pneumonic plague. That was fun.
Yes, I’m sure ‘fun’ isn’t necessarily the correct word.
What can I say – I’m bloody weird!

And, of course there’s always the good old “Good morning, Mr. Phelps…. Your mission… should you decide to accept it, is to [mission of the week described]. As always, should you or any member of your IM Force be caught or killed, the secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This message will self-destruct in five seconds.”

Now how am I supposed to fit all of that in that little box the book gives me? Hah!