Author Topic: Frogg attempts to write about not writing, so she has something to write about.  (Read 2867 times)

Offline Frogg

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Recently, what with life grabbing hold and refusing to let go for a while, I stopped writing for a good couple of months.

I left a few stories mid scene and when life took a turn for the less chaotic a few weeks back, I attempted to start them up again.

It really wasn't working, and I could almost feel my characters getting sick of being dragged back from the attic in my mind but never progressing in their story lines, so today I thought I'd let them all into a parallel version of my living room to vent at me. Sometimes I feel sorry for them, being saddled with me.

Just for fun, and to make sure the writing side of my brain isn't dead yet... ;)



The Shadow Room

"This is getting ridiculous. She's been sitting there for two hours this time."

Sophie paced the shadow room, biting her lip and casting worried glances towards the translucent figure sitting on the sofa who was trailing a fingertip in her tea and staring at the keyboard. Her fingers would sometimes dance tantalisingly close, but she never quite managed to type more than a sentence.

A cat wearing a yellow top hat and a rather ostentatious feather boa arched his back and looked at Sophie in his carefully cultivated 'I'm-Ever-So-Sophisticated-And-Wordly-So-Despite-The-Fact-That-I-Find-This-All-Terribly-Interesting-I'm-Going-To-Pretend-To-Be-Bored-Out-Of-My-Mind-Because-That's-The-Fashionable-Reaction-Dahling' look.

"Just relax, child, you're new to this. She goes through phases. She'll pick your story up again soon," he purred, sniffing disdainfully at the troop of blue mice demonstrating for equal rights in the corner. 

"But I don't understand. You all talk about the station-" Sophie began, distress evident in her voice, but a tall, dusty man looked up from the pistol he was cleaning and interrupted.

"It's The Station, darlin'. Capitals. Very important place, that."

Sophie frowned at him.

"It's Sophie. Not 'darlin'. Very important distinction."

He grinned, ignoring her, and strolled casually over to the seated figure who was almost there, but not quite. He bent down and whispered something in her ear. Sophie and the other occupants of the room held their breath and waited to see what would happen. He straightened with a casual confidence and watched with the rest of them as the girl sat forward suddenly, her fingers swooping down to those ever important keys. She smiled and began to type.

The shadow room exploded with noise.

"Well if you knew-"

"Why didn't you-"

"THANK THE LO-"

"We've been here since dawn and you-"

The praise and accusations were all tinged with relief, but the noise was cut short when the cat cleared his throat loudly and flicked his feather boa in the direction of the girl.

"Look."

Dozens of pairs of eyes slowly settled on the now very definitely not typing figure. Shoulders slumped and the dusty man backed into the corner, trying to make his large frame blend in with a stack of Terry Pratchett books. It wasn't working.

Sophie cast one distinctly disdainful look in his direction, then sat cross legged on the floor, her back to him. She glared at each character, all of whom were older than she, demanding an explanation with her peculiar violet eyes.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, during which there were many nervous coughs and shufflings of feet, paws, claws and talons, a young boy in ragged clothes pushed his way to the front and cocked his head, frowning at the shadowy girl. After a lengthy silence, he tuned to Sophie and grinned.

"She'll be all right, she did this before, three years ago. Got distracted by life and stopped writing altogether. She's coming round, see how much she wants to write your story? There are notes everywhere." He waved a hand through a messy pile of notes on the floor and though his movement didn't disturb the papers as it should have, Sophie thought they shifted ever so slightly in indignation.

"How do you know?" she asked the boy, who can't have been more than eleven and looked like a cross between Peter Pan and a Dickensian pick-pocket.

"Cause I'm Tat. Former imaginary friend and later first written character." He grinned at her surprise and looked fondly at the girl on the sofa, no longer the straggly haired child who'd brought him to life, but a young woman. However, she still did her fair share of tree climbing, so he wasn't going to judge.

Sophie registered the appropriate amount of awe and managed to stop worrying. If he said it would be okay, then she'd believe him. He knew the Boss better than any of them. There was, however, one other thing she wanted to know.

"Why aren't I in The Station then?" she was careful to capitalize the letters with her tongue.

"Well..." he paused and looked thoughtfully at the girl who had now started clicking a biro repeatedly and was relentlessly chewing on her thumb, "I think she needs us close by. She's not written for a long time, she doesn't know when to flit from your story to one of ours, she'll settle on one soon."

Sophie nodded, satisfied, and pulled a set of bent playing cards from her pocket, setting them out on the carpet for a game of Patience.

"Ahem."

It was the cat. His eyes flitted to the mice and he shuddered as though in pain. It was strictly forbidden for one character to eat another.

He coughed again before attempting to speak,

"You mean, we're stuck here until she makes her mind up? As in, makes a real decision?"

Despite his attempt at casual disinterest, his voice came out as though he were choking on one of the mice he so craved.

"Well, yes, I... I suppose we are." Tat replied, beginning to understand the implications himself.

Sophie looked from character to character, unable to understand their horrified expressions.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

The cat removed his top hat dejectedly and sighed.

"Decisions, my dear girl, are not something our particular Boss is partial to."

He sighed again.

"We're in for a very long wait."

I'm a quitter. I come from a long line of quitters... it's amazing I'm here at all. - Bernard Black

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It worked! ;)

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I so enjoyed reading that! Thanks for the smile.  ;D

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I'm hoping they'll give me a break now I've given them some words... ::)
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doubt that, but good effort.

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None of the Thornton manifestations?  Last seen in The Station.   Or are they all there but just staying coldly aloof from the common herd.
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The translucent figure sitting on the couch is brilliant from a character POV. Thanks for a great read and a good laugh. :)
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Oh Frogg, that was so enjoyable to read :D I'll have to keep an eye out for more of your contributions in the future!
It's good to laugh at yourself once in a while - why let everyone else have all the fun!
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I can just see you practising capitalising letters with your tongue! :D :D :D Rhyming off the names of high street stores and brand name sweeties as opposed to generic names like strawberry bootlaces. :)

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enjoyed this, Frogg.  Great read.  Thanks.
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Fantastic read Frogg.
Time to take it serious and get the job done

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Thanks everyone, it was equally enjoyable to write... ::)

Gyp, I'm sure the Thornton ladies were struck dumb by the messiness of my desk and simply closed their eyes and prayed they'd get through it.

Sio, but of course. I even made my sister listen to me and see if she could hear the difference.
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An enjoyable read - very imaginative!

You get 10 out of 10 for your avatar too.  It's a super one - so bright and cheery.   ;D

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That was so much fun.
Never make a decision standing up.