M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 161
May 3, 2017
Tainted By Our Choices
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Tarred by our choices is a contemporary romance that has flashbacks, sex, environmental awareness, and a slight fixation on dessert. Potentially all at the same time.
Meet Jack. A successful environmental officer working within an industry that is so very far from his childhood dream of saving the planet, that he no longer recognizes himself. How he’s found himself in Houston, Texas, where he has no one, and nothing but his work for company, he tells himself repeatedly he doesn’t know. But w...
May 1, 2017
April 29, 2017
Sunday Thinking
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Once upon a time, there was a planet. A beautiful blue-green dot in the vastness of space, going about its business as the third rock from the sun.
This world saw many changes. Its landmasses contorted and formed over millennia, warping through Pangea, Gondwanaland and many other named-faces, converging and diverging along plates, scarring and puckering, reforming through volcanoes and earthquakes, but always beautiful.
Its atmospheric composition changed, from its early hydrogen/w...
Writing Tools: Touch Typing…
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… how… how do people manage to write things without touch typing? It is A Mystery; how do you get through dissertations, essays, reports, blogs – how do SJWs tell us how we’re living our lives wrong, or Twitter trolls come out of their caves to say stuff they’d never had the nerve to say to our faces… with the hunt and peck thing?
Truly. A Mystery.
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Maybe when you live your life Wording you just sort of… expect the world to know all the tools for writing that you use yourself. Assumi...
April 27, 2017
Beware
There’s no need for technology to know that he is there.
Even in this pitched darkness, you are ensnared in his stare.
When they warned this place was haunted maybe you should have had a care,
But then, you always did disdain at those who cautioned: beware.
You moved into this old house and replaced corroded locks.
You blamed the age and creaking wood for all those unknown knocks.
Whispering scorned, footsteps dismissed, unsettled feelings mocked
Until you woke from slumber, startled by a...
April 25, 2017
Turn around
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You can feel his stare on the back of your neck.
He’s not in the same room as you, he’s not even inside the house. But you know with full certainty that if you turn from the kitchen counter, away from the overripe tomatoes you are chopping and towards the full glass doors that form the only barrier between you and him, he will be there, watching. His eyes will flit from your face, down to the sharp knife in your hand as the tomato juice drips from its point, pooling and splashing onto the sl...
April 24, 2017
Behind The Scenes: Baggage
Baggage started out life as an activity for a course on Coursera. It asked you to bring something to life and introduce it as a character in a story, and so that’s what happened; I gave baggage an identity, and not a very nice one. Baggage generally isn’t nice though, is it? We all hold on to things we’d be better letting go of; the question is how do we do that? I always say I have no regrets, and yet I do seem to be dragging around a huge amount of baggage, so perhaps these things are one a...
April 23, 2017
As Nature Intended – Extract
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Elliot remembered with painful clarity the events that had led up to the exact moment he thought his life might be effectively over.
One early evening the week after his fourteenth birthday during a sweltering summer, Elliot was stood on his aunt Ellie’s porch in the still blazing sun, sipping on homemade lemonade, when he first felt an unfamiliar ache in his lower back. He and his cousin Sebastian had been busy playing with the family’s new puppy, chasing it back and forth across the lawn,...
April 22, 2017
Sunday Thinking
Once upon a time… I was a Tigger. Bouncy, excitable, tending to make people back up a little for my enthusiasm with things. And that was fine; I was happy enough in my own head, in my own little world. At least, I’d tell myself that. Tigger on the outside, Eeyore within.
I’m reasonably sure that a lot of people identify with that feeling. Putting on a brave face, or a ‘happy’ face for those around when you feel anything but. You don’t want to talk about whatever’s wrong – you’re not even sure...
