Diane Wordsworth
Bio
freelance writer ● novelist ● editor ● ghostwriter ● book reviewer ● member of the CWA ● world-famous nutter-magnet
Stories (22/0)
In touch with writing, again
Earlier this week, I closed down the laptop in my office and moved to the living room, taking my notebooks with me, where I managed to do quite a lot of short story planning work. I wanted to be away from the distraction of the internet to see if I got any more work done without it.
By Diane Wordsworth5 months ago in Writers
The Girl on the Bench
--- A male blackbird foraged for the last of the berries on the hawthorn while his mate tugged fat, juicy worms out of the ground. A squirrel scampered about, searching for acorns. His cheeks were already stuffed. If he could fit just one more in, then he'd go and bury his stash.
By Diane Wordsworth6 months ago in Fiction
Going, going, gone
There was no doubt about it. The music box Grandad had brought back from Italy after the war was hideous. It looked like Walt Disney’s castle, in a gaudy way, and was allegedly part of a pair. But it was tasteless and tacky and now it was gone. Instead of feeling elation, though, Abigail was distraught.
By Diane Wordsworth10 months ago in Fiction
Writing Prompts for September Stories
Every month I do a think/write/submit writing exercise. I usually 'think' around 6 months ahead, but I'm STILL catching up. So while in May I'd normally be 'thinking' November, 'writing' October and 'submitting' September, I'm still only on 'thinking' September.
By Diane Wordsworth12 months ago in Journal
Writing Prompts for August Stories
Every month I do a think/write/submit writing exercise. I usually ‘think’ around 6 months ahead, but I’m STILL catching up. So while in March I’d normally be ‘thinking’ September, ‘writing’ August and ‘submitting’ July, I’m still only on ‘thinking’ August.
By Diane Wordsworthabout a year ago in Journal
Pippa & Davey Forever
As the condensation started to clear, Pippa peered at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and she caught sight of the blurred but still garish mark on her upper arm. The once-bright colour had faded long ago to an ugly blue-green. She allowed the fingers of her other hand to trace the blue-black outline that remained. The tattoo was so old and faded now, this was the only time she even remembered it was still there — when she glimpsed it in the mirror.
By Diane Wordsworthabout a year ago in Fiction
Using the Novelist app
There are times when I am out and about and I don't have my notebook or my laptop with me but I suddenly find I have time when I could be writing. Actually, those times are more often than not and I usually end up playing a game on my phone or checking and rechecking social media even though nothing is likely to have changed in the previous five minutes.
By Diane Wordsworthabout a year ago in 01
Writing Prompts for July Stories
Every month I do a think/write/submit writing exercise. I usually 'think' around 6 months ahead, but I'm STILL catching up. So while in March (well, hello March!) I'd normally be 'thinking' September, 'writing' August and 'submitting' July, I'm still only on 'thinking' July.
By Diane Wordsworthabout a year ago in Journal
Writing prompts for June stories
Every month I do a think/write/submit writing exercise. I usually 'think' around 6 months ahead, but I'm catching up a bit. So while in February I'd normally be 'thinking' August, 'writing' July and 'submitting' June, I'm still only on 'thinking' June, but at least I'm catching up.
By Diane Wordsworthabout a year ago in Journal
Alexandra's Ragtag Band
Toby the black Labrador was easy to see in his hi-vis bright yellow harness and jacket. So that he wasn’t mistaken for a guide dog for the blind, the word POLICE was emblazoned across the back of the dog coat in silver-grey luminous capital letters. Many passengers using the railway station still wanted to pet and stroke him. It was easy to forget that he was actually working and he carried out his duties admirably on that Friday evening at King’s Cross Station in London.
By Diane Wordsworthabout a year ago in Fiction