Broken Hearted Stories.

From wireless mouse to stories that have no heart.

Yes, that’s right. I’ve gone all High-Tec, and now have a wireless mouse for my computer. I use a tower computer for my writing. It stands in the corner of my writing space, along side the screen. The mouse I was using had a long wire which allowed me plenty of freedom while working. When the cable broke, and the mouse stopped working, the replacement had a shorter lead. I had to keep moving my keyboard to get the cursor in the right place. It became frustrating. If I had rearranged my writing space, I would’ve landed up with a dead area in the corner where I couldn’t put anything as it would get in the way.

On Saturday, my husband and I went in the Poundland shop, and found they sold Wireless Mouse (or is that mice) for a reasonable price and bought one. I always believed you had to be connected to the internet all the time to use one, which is why I had never thought about using a wireless mouse. I try to keep off the internet while writing, as it’s easy to become side-tracked. So you can imagine my delight to find it works fine off line too.

So far I’ve completed two submissions this year. These are only short stories. One was for a local writing competition for the Essex Year Of Reading and the second was for CafeLit an online magazine. I like the idea of having a site where the editor is helpful and always willing to allow her writers to post a wide range of stories in different genres. I thought, I would try a different kind of story to my normal genre when I submitted this time. Now I’m busy working on a third story to submit to Bridge House Publishing, submission theme for their anthology this year. In the past, I have been lucky enough to have my stories selected by them.

Please don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about Martha Wenlock, I shall be back working on her novel soon. I’m hoping to complete the first draft by the end of June. The short stories submissions were to give me a challenge, and something to look forward to throughout the year.

Yesterday, the story I had been working on for the Bridge House Submission dried up on me. It wasn’t going anywhere so I shelved it altogether. It was the second story this month I couldn’t get excited about. I’ve opened a new folder and called it, my Rejection Bin. These are stories that have no beating heart, and I can’t seem to resuscitate them, no matter how hard I work. I don’t want to give up on them completely either. Maybe in the future, some spark of inspiration will come to me, and they will be turned around as I uncover their beating heart.

The new story I’m working on for the Bridge House submission is quite different from anything I’ve written before, so fingers crossed.

Happy Week, Happy Writing.

Chat again soon.