Crimson’s Creative Challenge #071

Every Wednesday I’ll post FOUR photos (if you want to get a head start you’ll find them marked in that week’s Sunday Picture Post and Tuesday Treats). Lots of choice!

And here they are:

You respond with something CREATIVE. Perhaps anΒ  answering photo, or micro-fiction, or a poem, or just a caption

As before, there are only two criteria:

!!!!! Your creative offering is indeed yours !!!!!

!!!!! Your writing is kept to 150 words or less !!!!!

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it.

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN

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Tuesday Treats: Sunny Side Up

A selection of photos from my deep-deep archive (10th May 2017) to bring a little colour and sun and freshness into our lives. Enjoy

10th May 2017

πŸ”Ό Stitchwort… in company with vetch πŸ”½

10th May 2017

πŸ”½ Cuckoo Flower aka Lady’s Smock

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

Two prickly bushes! πŸ”Ό Hawthorn, flowers show it to be cross-pollinated, from both pink and white formsΒ πŸ”½ Holly, gearing up for another year

10th May 2017

πŸ”½ I should have labelled these 3 as all the ‘H’s, for this is the rampant hop

10th May 2017

πŸ”½ In the churchyard at South Walsham is this finial to a headstone. Couldn’t resist it. How easily we humans see faces where they’re not intended

10th May 2017

πŸ”½Butterflies…

10th May 2017

πŸ”Ό An overwintered Tortoiseshell, a little worse for wear! πŸ”½ A White, but whether large or small I’m not sure

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

πŸ”Ό My very first photo of a Holly Blue taken from a distance, zoomed in. Can you see it? It’s very well camouflagedΒ πŸ”½ An Orange-Tip. These are devilishly difficult to photograph, they just won’t stay still, always flitting. So this was a magical moment

10th May 2017

That’s all for now. Hope you enjoyed, and you agree that it’s good to see the sunlit colours of spring. Spring 2026 will come again, soon.

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Words On Writing Issue #3

To plot or not to plot…

That is the question often discussed, debated and sometimes hotly thrashed out by fiction writers. Especially when in the process of advising, encouraging and most times confusing newbies.

For the uninitiated, to plot means to plan out your story in increasingly fine and finer details from opening scene to climax and denouement, passing through inciting incident, debate, refusal, the muddle in the middle, midpoint-reversal, dark night of the soul, recoup and reassemble, and the battle to bash the shit out of the antagonist. Until all that’s left to do is add a few conjunctions and correct punctuation.

The alternative to plotting is called pantzing. I believe the term comes from the same place as β€˜to fly without proper tuition’, i.e. to fly by the seat of your pants.

The plotter and the pantzer are two extremes of a spectrum. Between them exists manifold recipes for (we hope) success.

Me? Plotter or pantzer?

I tried the plotter’s method. I didn’t last long, and I didn’t get far. Boredom swept over me, along with impatience to be writing, to get to grips with the story. Yep, that sounds about right for a Gemini Sun with Aries Rising.

I’ve also tried the pantzer method. Again, I didn’t last long, and I certainly didn’t get far. I had to stop and think where this story was going. Apparently the same happens to most writers who jump into the pantzer’s boat: sooner or later they realise they need a map of the waterways. Saves paddling into a deep dark cave from which there’s no return.

And now to the crux of this post: The reason I’m writing it.

Whether a plotter or a pantzer, there comes a point in the writing process when the writer enters the revision stage. Unless the writer is a creative genius who writes it all in their head, including corrections.

The revision stage is the real creative heart of the process.

It doesn’t matter how many times I read through the story, how many notes I make, how many changes, insertions, deletions, how many times I lay in more foreshadowing, change this or that about a character, tweak a few words here, more words there, this is my love.

That’s where I’m at now with Saramequai.

It was this process that I had previously skimped on, in too much of a hurry to β€˜get another book out there’. But this time I’m taking it slowly, focusing on every aspect. It’s coming along nicely now.

Perfection. That’s the aim.


That’s all I’ve to say for now.
Please do share your thoughts, whether or not you’re a writer.
And thank you for reading

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Sunday Picture Post: Walking On Sunshine

Another week of dismal weather sent me scuttling into the archives in search of fairer days. And here’s what I found. 10th May 2017. We bus into Norwich, then out to Blofield Heath. From there we’re walking via South Walsham Broad to Acle (where we’ll catch a bus home). It’s a longer walk than any we’ve done of late but the day is sunny and warm. So forget your wet weather wellies, your hats, gloves and thermals, and come walk in the sunshine with me!

10th May 2017

πŸ”Ό We pass an alpaca farm where the delightful beasts have recently been shorn πŸ”½ And alongside a field which is lusciously green!Β  ⏬

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

As we near South Walsham (part of the Broads) we find an area of fen. Love fenland flowers πŸ”Ό Marsh marigolds blind us with their golden petals πŸ”½ Reed thatch is the favoured roofing in the Broads. See that heron on the ridge?

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

We sit for a while and watch the geese. These are Spectacle Geese, aka Egyptian Geese πŸ”ΌπŸ”½β¬

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

πŸ”½ This little inlet always fascinates me. Never been here when those boats were absent. Weekend sailors?

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

Between South Walsham and Acle lies Upton Fen. It can be somewhat wet under foot but isn’t too bad today πŸ”ΌπŸ”½

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

πŸ”Ό A rare glimpse of the building materials of yesteryear. The base is flint, ubiquitous for all buildings in the region. Above that? I’m thinking that could be clunch, a clay-chalk blend much used in East Anglia in the past πŸ”½ Fishley church always attracts my lens. So many photos I’ve taken of this, as we often walk to Upton from Acle, passing this church on the way

10th May 2017

And that, my friends, is all for this week. Hopefully I’ll get in a decent walk before next week’s post.

Hope you enjoyed this reminder of the sun!

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That Deceitful Demon

Image credit: Jacqueline Macou via Pixabay

I resent the day that I met her
That demon who wrapped me and weighted me with a fetter
And, oh my god, how willingly I let her
When she said try this on
It’ll make you feel better
She made me into an eager abetter
Now I can’t ever forget her
And that day when I said β€˜Let me go’ and how that upset her
It’s all contained in this letter


72 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Letter

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CCC070: I Told Her

I told her she ought to eat more
I told her that dieting rubbish would do her no good
I told her
Now look at her
Not a scrap of meat, just a bag of bones
I tell you, it’ll be the death of her

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #070

Every Wednesday I’ll post FOUR photos (if you want to get a head start you’ll find them marked in that week’s Sunday Picture Post and Tuesday Treats). Lots of choice!

And here they are:

 

You respond with something CREATIVE. Perhaps anΒ  answering photo, or micro-fiction, or a poem, or just a caption

As before, there are only two criteria:

!!!!! Your creative offering is indeed yours !!!!!

!!!!! Your writing is kept to 150 words or less !!!!!

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it.

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN

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Tuesday Treats: Colours On A Wet Day

An assortment of images gleaned on 15th January 2026, an overcast, rain-smitten day. Enjoy

15th January 2026

πŸ”Ό Never the need to ask the time: Norwich Union has it

15th January 2026

πŸ”Ό I wonder the symbolism of these ornate lamppost bases πŸ”½ And of these bizarre dragons. Both decorate the head office of Norwich Union (now Aviva)

15th January 2026

πŸ”½ A colourful stained glass window lit from within

15th January 2026

15th January 2026

πŸ”Ό Why not take a rest on these books? But not when they’re wet πŸ”½ The niche is an old boot scrapper, at one time every house had one. As to the ‘sculpture’ nestled there, that makes me think of the Roman lares. Maybe its the guardian of the house?

15th January 2026

15th January 2026

Taking photos through shop windows, not something that always works πŸ”Ό A Greek athlete poses in front of a painting of sunrise over a mountain-scape in an antique shop πŸ”½ A shop of glitter and jangles

15th January 2026

15th January 2026

Market stalls πŸ”Ό Flowers πŸ”½ Crystal balls

15th January 2026

πŸ”½ How to pass time on a rainy day!

15th January 2026

πŸ”½ These pigeons are surely missing the tidbits and scraps they usually enjoy, here at the top of the market where people sit to eat whatever their choice of fast-food, but not today

15th January 2026

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Words on Writing Issue #2

I don’t like adverts.

The static types are fine. Or at least acceptable. Image. Text. Consume at your leisure. No, I mean those irritating inconsiderate interruptions that blare out twice as loud as anything you’re watching.

Not that I watch TV. Haven’t had a tele since the 1990s. YouTube on my laptop serves that function, though I don’t spend much time watching. But there are some documentaries, and certain videos. But whatever I’m watching, those unwanted ads are the pits.

There’s one in particular which has me grinding my teeth. It’s not terrifically loud and it’s not obnoxious, not really. But its message is based on a false premise. It’s for Reedsy.com: β€œThe Best Editors Are OnΒ Reedsy.”

I don’t doubt the truth of that. But I do doubt their stated reason for the failure of self-published books. The ad doesn’t actually say that self-published books are badly edited, with ill-conceived covers. But it does imply that’s the reason they don’t sell. β€œThey should have used Reedsy.”

I read a lot of self-published books. I’ve never found fault with their editing, neither developmental nor line editing. And believe me, I can be very picky. That’s not the reason self-published books fail. Lack of marketing is. And marketing is extremely difficult, and ultimately ineffective, without an adequate budget. And boundless energy. And a wide network of contacts.

Apologies for the rather long introduction, but it has delivered us to my problem.

How do I find a readership for my books?

I’m not looking for sales. I’m happy to give them away. Epubs. PDFs. Whatever.

But… here’s the main problem, first noticed when I uploaded The Spinner’s Game to Amazon/KDP back in 2020. Genre.

I write mythic fantasy.

Or do I?

In The Spinner’s Game, the protagonist and most of the main characters are banished divines. In our western culture that translates as fallen angels. Yet key-in fallen angels and Amazon will show you Paranormal Romance, Gothic Erotica or Paranormal Thrillers. That’s not what I write. Nothing like what I write.

Medieval churchmen believed that elves were fallen angels. Tolkien writes about elves. But if you search on Amazon for elves, you’ll find LOTR fanfic and high fantasy. If you search for fae, you’ll come up with stories based on Celtic folklore and/or mythology. Or, again, Paranormal Romance, Gothic Erotica or Paranormal Thrillers. That’s not what I write.

My banished divines do not conform to this image.

And I don’t write romances, or thrillers.

My stories are closer to whodunits but set in an ancient land that could have existed – if we don’t follow too closely two centuries of archaeological findings. A whodunit peopled in part by banished divines. But again, search for whodunits and you’re not going to find anything like my stories.

Back to this problem of mythic fantasy.

Quote from Servicescape’s β€˜book-genre-encyclopedia’

β€œThis subgenre of fantasy draws heavily from myth to create a unique blend of fantasy and folklore. It often includes gods or goddesses as characters or could be a retelling of older myths set in a fantasy world or the real world.”

I don’t draw on myths and neither do I retell them. But my stories are inspired by them. I like to twist them, turn them around, imagine the circumstances that resulted in this or that myth. And while within my created worlds there are myths, they’re not the myths that we know now. Maybe I do draw on myths?

Do my stories include deities as characters? I have to say yes to that, though neither the character nor the reader might know it. But the clues are there if you search.

Yet I doubt those readers of the mythic fantasies listed on Amazon would be satisfied with my non-conformist stories.

Could I list my books under a different genre? If so, which genre?

From the same Servicescape’s β€˜book-genre-encyclopedia’:

Magical Realism “… refers to magic or the supernatural that is presented in an otherwise real-world or mundane setting.”

That does seem to cover it. Magical realism – but prehistorically set.

Yet that fails to cover the mythic element.

And now my head is whirling.

Perhaps I can solve this by listing my books under both Mythic Fantasy and Magical Realism? Overall, I think this self-discussion has gotten me nowhere.

Perhaps by the time I need to state my genre again, I’ll have unravelled the confusion. That won’t be until summer when I’m thinking of opening a Pinterest account (my head’s too busy at present to take on more).

I thank you for reading, and I’ll thank you again if you share your thoughts on any of this.

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Sunday Picture Post: City Streets

15th January 2026, we decide to do a ‘city walk’, our intention to follow the river that flows through the city – with the Wensum swans, the cathedral, green lawns and willows. But the weather destroys that hope. The forecast predicts heavy rain by 11:00 am. Arriving in Norwich at 8:30, we decide best is to keep closer to shops and cafes, plenty of places to shelter. So, here we go. Please join us

15th January 2026

πŸ”Ό Arriving at the bus station, we’re greeted by the stately head office of the former Norwich Union (now Aviva) πŸ”½ We decide to circle around the city centre, just beyond the newer shops, where the buildings have more character

15th January 2026

15th January 2026

πŸ”Ό Trees, rather bare at this time of year, but I like the patterns made by these white birch πŸ”½ In Chapel Field Gardens, a very old, very large, plane tree

15th January 2026

15th January 2026

A palimpsest of styles from different ages πŸ”Ό A lane off St Giles, within a stone’s throw of the City Hall πŸ”½ ⏬ Tucked away off St Benedicts Street. Edging the river, here the Anglo-Saxons first settled

15th January 2026

15th January 2026

πŸ”½ We glimpse the cathedral’s spire. But no time to explore that section of city. Rain drops are beginning to wet our heads

15th January 2026

15th January 2026

πŸ”Ό Into the main shopping centre now, my camera attracted by the reflections πŸ”½ Another collection of architectural styles, dictated by the years of their crafting

15th January 2026

15th January 2026

πŸ”Ό There’s no denying it now. Rain falls as we reach the market πŸ”½ Top of the market, eyes fixed on the magnificent church of St Peter Mancroft, here we will shelter

15th January 2026

Hope you enjoyed this somewhat different theme to our walks, dictated by the recent weather. Spring will return with flowers and sun. Until then, I continue to seek suitable subjects for my camera.

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