Opening with a PAWW! (EN + FR)
Hello dear readers, and welcome to my new blog dedicated to my writer self.
For those who weren’t aware (or didn’t read my ‘About’ section), I’ve been writing for 10 years, and I wrote my first book by participating in the 2014’s NaNoWriMo. Never in my life have I written this much, even when I also did the 100 Theme Challenge. It felt really satisfying to see the small ‘50,000 words’, and so I wish for 2015 to keep my writing habits. For that, I created a writing project, which is Pictures Are Worth Writing.
What is Pictures Are Worth Writing?
It’s basically what the title means, it’s using a picture to write a story per week for 52 weeks, to make the project lasts for a whole year, The picture might be accompanied by a short prompt or by a theme. I wish to vary as much as I want to allow all genres to be written, or to inspire as much as possible. I collected the pictures for a long time, and I also asked people to send me some.
Who can participate?
Anyone!! I encourage anyone who wishes to write to try this project. Whether it’s a passion already tested or for someone who thought about writing but never had any suited ideas to begin, this is the opportunity for you. For the veterans, this is a fun project with prompts to keep your talents all warmed up, and this is the reason I created this project. Sometimes inspiration is hard to find, and this is the opportunity to work it out by using prompts. In my experience, this was what helped me the most. Note that you don’t have to start from the first prompt, feel free to join whenever you want to or to try a prompt if you’re especially inspired by it.
What are the rules?
You can write any genre and any writing form; whether it’s a short story, a poem, a prose, an essay, etc, and it can be any length. The only rule is that the story must be completed within a week, to be ready for a new one. Of course it’s possible to extend this by a few days, but the project is for you to be able to quickly create an outline and to write it. I seriously encourage you to create an outline, it’s so much easier after to follow your plot and to know where you’re heading.
Each week, I’ll submit a picture accompanied by its prompt, and then I’ll send my story at the end of the week. It’ll be as much a challenge for me than for you, for my laziness has been my downfall up to this point.
For those who are hesitant, just try it out. It doesn’t have to be a long story, it can be 200 words, but at least it’ll be 200 words. Some of the most memorable sentences are the shortest ones, after all.
The first picture will be next Sunday, which is January, 4th. It’ll be fun!
Bonjour chers lecteurs, et bienvenue à mon nouveau blog dédicacée à l’écrivaine en moi.
Pour ceux qui ne le savaient pas (ou qui n’ont pas lu la section ‘About’), j’écris depuis 10 ans, et j’ai écrit mon premier livre en participant au NaNoWriMo 2014. Je n’avais jamais autant écrit dans ma vie, même lorsque j’ai fait mon 100 Theme Challenge. Ce fut vraiment une expérience satisfaisante, surtout lorsque j’ai vu ’50 000 mots’ s’afficher, et je souhaite garder mes habitudes d’écriture en 2015. Pour ce faire, j’ai créé un projet, le Pictures Are Worth Writing. (Trad: Des images valent la peine d’être écrites)
Qu’est-ce Pictures Are Worth Writing?
C’est ce que le titre veut dire, utiliser une image pour écrire une histoire par semaine, pendant 52 semaines, donc un an en tout. L’image peut être accompagnée d’une restriction ou d’un thème. Je souhaite varier le plus possible les images pour essayer de couvrir le plus de genres. J’ai collectionné les images sur plusieurs mois, et j’ai aussi demandé à des personnes de m’en envoyer.
Qui peut participer?
Tout le monde!J’encourage tous ceux qui souhaitent écrire d’essayer ce projet. Que ce soit une passion déjà expérimentée ou que vous avez déjà eu envie d’écrire sans avoir eu d’idées pour commencer, voici l’occasion. Pour les vétérans, faire des contraintes est toujours amusant, du moins c’est la raison pourquoi je fais ce projet.Trouver de l’inspiration peut parfois être difficile, et c’est l’occasion de travailler sur ce point à l’aide de contraintes et d’une direction générale. Mon expérience personnelle m’a prouvé que cette méthode fonctionne très bien.
Quelles sont les règles?
N’importe quels genre et forme d’écriture sont acceptés, que ce soit une histoire courte, un poème, une prose, un essai, etc. L’important est de rédiger une histoire à l’intérieur d’une semaine pour être prêt à en écrire une nouvelle la semaine suivante. Bien entendu, la date limite peut être dépassée de quelques jours, mais le but de ce projet est entre autres d’accélérer le processus de mettre sur pied un plan et d’écrire une histoire basée sur celui-ci. J’encourage fortement de faire un plan, puisque c’est plus facile par la suite de suivre son histoire central et de savoir la direction à prendre.
À chaque semaine, je publierai l’image de la semaine accompagnée de la contrainte, et je metterai en ligne mon histoire à la fin de la semaine. Ça sera aussi difficile pour moi que pour vous, puisque ma lâcheté a été un problème d’écriture pour moi.
Pour ceux qui hésitent, je dis vous d’essayer, tout simplement. Si 200 mots sortent de vous, ce sera 200 mots que vous n’auriez pas écrit autrement. Quelques phrases les plus mémorables sont très courtes, après tout.
La première image sera publiée dimanche prochain, soit le 4 Janvier. Que de plaisir!
52nd PAWW’s story
Last but not least, a cute story to finish this project! I’ll write my thoughts and conclusion in another post, keep out an eye for that.
“Wil.” Breath tickled his ear, making him shiver. He recognized that voice.
“Mm?”
“You fell asleep in the library again.”
He mumbled something under his breath along the lines of “was only napping.” The page of the book he’d used as a pillow stuck to his cheek when he straightened up, rubbing his eye.
52nd PAWW
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But to me, to be original is to be yourself.
—Marc Newson
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Mais pour moi, être original est être soi-même.
—Marc Newson
51th PAWW’s story
Small essay on the word “freedom” I blabbered in ten minutes.
What if your freedom was taken from you? What if not only you couldn’t talk freely anymore, but your movements, what you wear and what you think were chosen, predetermined by someone else? What if you had to marry someone you don’t know or that you hate, three times your age? What if, to get a spouse, you needed to modify your genitals? What if you needed to kill someone? What if you were the prisoner of your own skin, of the gender you were born as?
Freedom is ethereal, so hard to get yet so easy to lose. Most people don’t realize this, living with their shiny green, stepping over hundreds of walking corpses just to get their coffee with two cream and two sugar, no pretty please on their lips.
Such was life now. Freedom is taken for granted, yet is a dream never coming true for others.
Freedom is a concept determined by one’s ind, a cage is not necessarily physical, as the mind can be a trap on its own, banging on walls set up by memories, fears and what ifs. Golden or not, irrational or not, it leads to the same feeling of giving everything up, even the good things.
50th PAWW’s story
Last part of my super fanfiction. Part 1, Part 2. It’s also available on AO3, if you want to give it a kudos or check more of my other fanfictions (or read good smut ;D).
The man was stunned for a second before a scowl replaced the expression.
“You did a research on me?”
Dorian couldn’t help himself, he laughed. “How could I, when you didn’t even give me your real name. You took a false name to try to prove I’m a charlatan, but I’m not, Cullen.”
The scowl deepened. He didn’t like anything involving magic, dark memory creeping through the spiders.
49th PAWW’s story
Second part of my fanfiction. Part 1
The other appointment was in the evening, and so he had some time left for Christmas errands. The man on the phone had been uncomfortable, clearly his first time doing any business with a medium and psychic, but Dorian was used to it and the stigmatisation related to his work. Not every claimed medium was a real one, making his profession almost a laughing one, and he admitted it made things very difficult at first when he started his business.
He tried to have a normal job when he first arrived in Canada, he really did. He worked in retail, using his charms to make good commissions, but after a while he had to block his powers, for it became overwhelming, hit by thousands of thoughts and emotions every day, and he wasn’t talking about the ghosts. It was too much in the end, and he refused to ignore abilities he was born with.
48th PAWW’s story
Another fanfiction for you all! Time flies, and I don’t write as much as I’d like to, but here’s to something you still like. This is a story settled in my current city, Montreal, featuring a psychic and medium man and a policeman, with lots of homo sexual tension as I love it. I’ll divide this in three parts, so keep an eye for the other two.
Dorian woke up to the voices of children singing Christmas songs outside. It was that time of the year again. He groaned and fumbled around to find his cellphone through his pillows. When he did, it took him a few more seconds before he squeezed his eyes open to see what time it was. A barely acceptable hour to be this happy, that’s what time it was.
A kid laughed when another one sang the wrong lyrics. He normally didn’t mind, but not when he’d fell asleep two hours earlier. He shifted on his stomach while browsing his social media with blurred eyes, not even bothering with putting on his glasses. He had a reminder for two appointments today, but they were only this afternoon.
His sixth sense suddenly kicked in, telling him he wasn’t alone in his bedroom anymore. He sighed in annoyance, ready to dismiss whoever or whatever was disturbing him, but when he spread his powers in search of the entity, he was met with a familiar presence.
51st PAWW
50th PAWW
47 PAWW’s story
Note is at the end, for spoilers reasons.
Georg wasn’t working in the physics department, even if he was in the labs more often than he should. He was working in the offices a few floors below, but his boyfriend was a scientist who didn’t mind letting him in for their lunch or any excuse, really. They might have ended up making out a few times, hidden behind a tall desk, but Jose was most enthusiastic to talk to him about his latest creations.
Conatus 