TGIF! Now that the working week is done, I have many hours of editing ahead of me this weekend. Fun times ;)
I’m looking for beta readers for a paranormal novella, approx 40,000 words (Thanks to those of you who have already agreed to help!). It will be ready for critique in the next couple of weeks. If anyone has some free time (none of us do – I know!), I’d appreciate a few pairs of fresh eyes to read through it. It’s got my usual mix of humans and vampires. I mentioned this WIP on the 777 game post recently. I guess I’d classify it as New Adult – even though I’m not too sure that’s a recognised genre just yet.
If anyone needs a beta reader further down the line, I’d be happy to help out. Send me an email to emmameadewrites@gmail.com if you can spare a few hours to read it.
Thanks, Emma
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5 Word Poem Challenge
I went to a poetry night in the bar above The Long Valley in Cork City (where I live) recently. The weekly event is called Ó Bhéal (Irish for word of mouth) . Before the visiting poet of the night takes to the microphone to peddle his wares, everyone in the audience gets a chance to compose a new poem. 5 random words are provided by the bar patrons. On this occasion, the words were Minnesota (there were several Americans that night), cheese, whiskey, fog and chair.
The challenge is to write a poem featuring all those words in ten minutes. Members of the audience are invited to stand up and recite their masterpiece (I wasn’t one of those brave souls). The person who receives the loudest round of applause gets a free print and books by the guest poet of the night. All in all, it was a good evening. The beer was icy cold, the poems ranged from amusing to tragic, and there was great craic,
This is what I came up with.
I spent a night in Minnesota fog
Sipping whiskey & coke over a cheese plate
My rocking chair broke 5 minutes before midnight
The clock never struck 12
Yes, I had a full ten minutes and that was the end result! I think it started out well and then descended into shite (not a typo, that’s what us Irish say) in the last couple of lines. I placed the slip of paper containing my scribbled attempt at a poem in my Dad’s birthday card. I’m sure he’ll treasure it forever. If anyone would like to try writing a poem with those 5 words, go right ahead and let me know.
Have a relaxing weekend!