I try to keep my eyes on various writing challenges around the Web. Some I’ve bitten, while others I decided to forego, for one reason or another. Here are three I’ve done in the last few weeks.
1. Scottish Book Trust runs a 50 Word Fiction contest. The prompt for this particular one was “takes place at a birthday party.” As with all prompts, I like to go with my first gut reaction, and I try to keep the effort to no more than an hour, since I’ve got other projects to work on. I did end up submitting this one.
As a side note, I got the heads-up for this particular contest from the Limebird Writers’ Writing Competitions and Opportunities Digest from January 13, 2014. These are updated weekly, so take a look if you’re interested in any kind of challenge, big or small.
Momma’s Come Home
He’d wept her first day, as her baby smell filled his nostrils. Six years later, when he’d cradled her broken body at the icy roadside. And today, her tenth birthday, when her mother returned, leaving him with only the haunting squeak of an empty swing, and his aching, lonely tears.
2. Neeks’s The Short and the Long of it blog has been running a 3-word prompt fiction challenge. For this one, the words were “beginning, ending, life.” I didn’t stick perfectly to this one, and I felt it ran a bit long and rambling for the challenge, so I decided not to submit. Still, it was fun to look at somewhat familiar characters through a different lens.
In the beginning, he’d had a dream. A perfect dream of perfect logic, where choices led to consequences, actions forged results, research brought conclusions.
She’d been a perfect mentor for him, teaching him well with her professional dedication and insistence on probing background checks, thoughtful interviews, and detailed evidence reports. Together, their clearance rates went unmatched in the department.
It was a good life, if solitary. Because no woman ever lasted. None could do, not against the tugging allure of the next murder to catch, the next criminal to convict, the next opportunity to show his pompous, prideful captain how very, very good he was at his job.
“Because of me,” Susan always reminded him with a smirk.
“Because of you,” Luke always admitted, equally smirking.
A good life, if solitary. Until that one stakeout, when a shaft of streetlamp light shining through the window struck her face in just the right way to make him realize his clearance rate, his success record, his whole life was nothing at all, without her.
She’d drawn back from his kiss…for a moment. Then, with a sigh, she’d put her arms around him and joined him in his clandestine desire.
She was more mentor to him in that cramped hotel bed than for any case they’d ever worked, though she’d always told him he was a fast learner, and he made sure to prove that to her. Again. And again.
He should have just stopped then, because endings weren’t something he’d ever done well. But he’d wanted her to know all the foolish, short-sighted mistakes of his youthful heart had been only that: missteps taken too quickly, too recklessly, for suppressed want of the only woman who’d ever taken the time to understand and know him as anything more than a fact-checking drone.
“Susan,” he whispered before a kiss, the rest of the words from his heart ready and willing at the tip of his tongue.
Except this time, the cringing drift of her lips was more than a moment.
“This can’t ever happen again,” she muttered, and shifted up from the bed to dress. Professional. Solitary.
He never kissed her again, or held her in his arms, or made love with the same tender, honest feeling as he’d done that night.
Except in his dreams.
3. Lillie McFerrin runs Five Sentence Fiction, where, each week, she gives readers a one word prompt for inspiration. The prompt for this next one was “Moonlight.” I…don’t know why I didn’t submit this one. I think it was too late (each challenge runs for one week). I had fun writing it, though, which is mostly why it appears here.
Nobody Does it Better
He watches in a stare as her blades slice, hissing and precise, scattering snow in their wake. She leaps and lands, one slender line carving its cutting edge deep. Turning, now, she races through a cloud of breath straight toward him, moonlight kissing her white-as-ice smile, and he thinks, even if he dies tonight, he’ll go happily, for this glimpse of her grace set free.
“I’m not going to just let you watch,” she says, as he’s blinded a moment by a fountain of flakes. “Come skate with me.”
Most writing challenges seem to be designed for people who want to write but don’t have a work in progress or current project on their plate. For someone who is working on a standing story, challenges and contests can offer a distraction from the heavy thinking of a draft or edit. Or, they can be an excuse to procrastinate. No matter how you choose to view them (both perceptions are valid), I can’t deny they often let my brain venture into new areas I might not consider while working on a larger project. And, sometimes, I just like to procrastinate a bit, too.
Everybody needs a break now and again. What’s your favorite way to take a break from your writing? Do you try a challenge? Free write? Take a walk? Have a dance party?
Love the Momma’s come home one–brought tears to my eyes. 🙂 A workout helps. I also love an episode of Vampire Diaries. 🙂 I haven’t done writing challenges but you make me want to try one for a timed exercise. 🙂
Thanks, Kourtney. That birthday party one, I cheated – it was backstory for some larger characters.
I love taking walks to clear my head, either for writing breaks or to get back into the groove. Going for a quick run is great, too. My standard workout is very much routine, but I still have to count reps, so if I lose count, I sometimes accidentally do too many of one thing! 🙂
I can definitely get caught up in challenges, but, sometimes, I have to bite. 😉
Because I don’t get to write when I want to, I don’t take breaks. “Breaks” are automatically scheduled into my day and they are unavoidable, i.e., jobs, children, mom, etc. When I get more than an hour of uninterrupted time — I’m writing, because my 4am slot isn’t enough (it’s barely 45 minutes long of pure writing time).
I used to do challenges, but I have no hankering for them anymore. Once I got into the groove of my new story, that is all I want to write and it keeps me satiated. But, I do think that challenges are valuable to a writer who is stuck or in between projects or drafts, or needs to freshen up her writing spirit.
Great pieces, by the way. You are one of the few bloggers I know who regularly stays in the writing challenge lane, and I have seen the writer in you growing as a result.
Kate, it’s awesome that you’re with a story that’s kept your passion. I know I love that feeling – when a story grabs you and won’t let go until it has found its way.
Thanks so much for stopping in and sharing! It really means a lot to know we all have our ups, downs, deeps, and shallows. Keep that story on its toes! 🙂
I really want to know more about that “Momma’s Come Home” bit you had. 🙂
You already know how I take a break from writing: Usually just vegging out with a video game, or watch shows I’ve missed, and try not to think about writing or else I’m forcing it too hard to happen.
By the way, I still remember that “rave in your chair” video you posted years ago. 😀 Do you still rave when you have a chance?
Thanks for the shoutout Mayumi! xo
I do still rave, when the mood suits me. It hasn’t done so in a while, but thinking about it makes me smile again. 🙂
“Momma’s Come Home” is part of the back story involved in the “Finding Mister Wright” universe of characters. A bit of a broken family moment.
Always good not to force things. Letting our brains take a break in one way or another is understandable and often just plain needed.
Thanks for stopping by!
All of those are really well written, Mayumi! Momma’s come home really made me feel so bad for Papa, though.
My breaks are usually to watch a little TV in the evening with my husband, often “The Big Bang Theory.” But recently the breaks have become procrastination when I’m “too tired” from the day job. Once again, I’m working to re-prioritize my time and writing goals.
Mayumi these are beautiful pieces, each one. You bring such clarity and emotion to a scene. I wish you had posted your entry on my blog, I would have loved it anyhow.