We’ve done it!
You, my lovely, generous, delightful readers and I have reached the end of the Jeff Goins 15 Habits of Great Writers challenge! Thank you for sharing the journey with me!
Today Jeff challenged his tribe to serve their readers, which helped resolve a dilemma I had. You see, this morning, I had come to a sort of stopping point with my radio play, and wasn’t feeling the love for any of the other projects I’ve got on the go, and a phrase from my dream last night that got caught in the the real world when the alarm went off and slammed the door of sleep behind it was sitting so pathetically in my head, cold and lonely with nowhere to go, that I decided to put it in writing and see where it led me.
The phrase was this:
“You need to go to the Ideas Stash.”
So, down on the page it went. I let it take me by the keyboard and lead me wherever it chose to go. Two hours and 1845 words later, I had to beg it to release me so I could get to work.
It’s unpolished and unlovely. It might have typos, it certainly has an island with a really rubbish name, but in the spirit of Jeff, I wanted to share it with you – a single piece of writing to show for our labours together.
I was thinking of drip-feeding it over the next few days, to keep you coming back (hopefully!), but then Jeff told us to give stuff away, freely and abundantly (and showed us the way by giving away his ebook free on Amazon over the weekend, and for a couple more days – if you hurry, you can still snap it up), so I thought, ‘Why not?’
So the first few paragraphs are here, and if you want to read it all, follow the link at the end to download a pdf version.
If you’ve got any feedback – suggestions, glaring errors, a decent name for the island – let me know!
Thanks for sharing the journey with me – it’s been fun! (And do keep following – I’ll continue to use this blog as a hub for all my writing in other places, but also with fresh content of its own from time to time.)
The Ideas Stash
“You need to go to the Ideas Stash”.
These were the last words I heard before my alarm ripped me from the dream world and into the day. The Ideas Stash; a mythical place where every idea for every story, song, poem or play is filed away, waiting for its writer.
The stash is a vast, dusty room, lit by huge windows whose many panes of glass are so warped and twisted with age that they fling the sunlight off at a thousand different angles. Through each shaft of light floats what to the untrained eye appear to be motes of dust, drifting aimlessly to and fro. Only the dreamers see them for what they truly are…
Intrigued? Download the story here.