Tuesday, 24 March 2015
Envy is a sentiment I normally can't relate to.
I am ambitious, if I want something I have to work hard to get there, but I don't envy somebody else what he has or what he achieved. Never.
But this one time, I would want something for someone else and not the one who got the chance to do it.
Reading a poem by Poet Laureate, Carol Ann Duffy about King Richard III at his funeral ceremony on Thursday, March 26th.
The next BBC King Richard III may read it and not Richard Armitage.
Perhaps it is fortunate that I won't be able to see the ceremony anyway, because it is not transmitted on TV in Germany. I don't think my none existent TV-set would have been safe. Now I just need to secure my computers ;o)
Saturday, 21 March 2015
The first time I killed a man ...
No, you need not be worried. I was nowhere near RA and RIII was killed long before I was even born. So all living or dead men are safe from me. Just not so much my fantasy men ;o)
There I am quite blood-thirsty, especially against men. Women in my story have a much safer life. In my first ever novel draft I wrote more than 15 year ago, which I some weeks ago un-dusted and re-opened, a dead man was found on the first page. In Venice of all cities. So quite definitely my all time favourite fantasy story ;o)
I answered a writing prompt by Ella Drayton
and now my little story was featured in her post about her new writing prompt:
Writer In Progress: Writing Prompt Wednesday: Divorce Lawyer: Welcome to the 3rd Writing Prompt Wednesday!! I am so excited that I can feature someone else's story inspired by last week's p...
It was the first time I killed a man - and the surprising thing, I got away with it.
You don't believe me?
Well, it all began last Monday. I went to work as usual. My boss was late for a meeting, as was usual as well. When he called me from his mobile to bring him something for his meeting he had left at the bureau the last Friday (which in truth was something he had not done and I had to miraculously procure out of thin air), the drama began to unfold.
It would finally kill a man, but nobody knows, not even my boss. And as that is how I want it to stay, I just can't reveal, who it was that I killed. It obviously was not my boss, though annoying as he is, he would deserve to be next. I just don't like him as much as my first victim to ...
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