The City She Called Home.

Flying over the city that she had once called home, looked like every other city form above. Yet completely different from when she had left all those years ago.

On the ground parts seamed unchanged, preserved in time. While other parts, complete streets and buildings demolished to make way for the changing times.

Like every other city around the would, whole buildings had been built for the sole purpose of purifying the air and water and solar energy. Building with their mirrored windows and sola panels reflected their surroundings, making the city seam endless.

Standing in front of the entrance to a large collection of stylish tower blocks, with shops on the lower levers and flats, offices, gyms on the other 46+ floors.

This was somewhere that had very much changed.

It was here on this plot of land that her life had changed so dramatically. But it was not within any of these buildings that had grown here. It was what was here before. The Prison…

At the age of 25 she had been sentenced for 45 years. 

She had been at a party, a lot of drink, a lot of drugs had been consumed. As the night went on for its almost second day. The police had been called and not long after they had arrived that it all went south every fast.

Ten people died from taking drugs, because she was the only one found with some on her, that was still alive.

She’d been charged with manslaughter, and distributing drugs.

Five years in to what felt like ten, her and three other women had been approached with an offer.

Their sentences would be reduced or they would receive an extreme amount of privileges if they took part in a tril. They all took it, at the time it seamed good. a way out of past lifes.

The four of them and four men form Pentiville prison got taken up to and isolated estate in the middle of Scotland.

One big house, eight prisoners all serving life, two doctors, four nurses and ten guards. 

Why two doctors? Well if they had questioned more, read the pages of paper work they signed blindlessly, they might have found out more, and what they had signed up for.

Drug users to test drugs.

Four months in they all felt good, what ever they were being given had not really taken affect. small rashes and some sickness but they put it down the good food, fresh air and sun, which non of them had had in a long time.

Six months in, things started to change. all of them became so ill they could not get out of bed, at this point they began to lose their hair and the rashes got worse. So the nurses shaved their heads, making them feel less human.

By the 8th month three of thee were dead and two of them had been quarantined in another part of the house.

Fourteen mouths after they had arrived there was only three of them alive.. By know they had started to ask questions about what was happing, they were told that the others had been taken to another location to recover and that what they were doing would befit their county. 

Three months after they were woken by vehicles out side the house. Managing to get to the window they saw the guards loading up vans, and burning files upon files. Just before they left the four nurse were shot!

They had left the three sick people to die, with hardly any food, water or pain killers to ease the pain that they were in. It was nothing like they had felt before. But some how they survived. 

They had managed to make it to a small village where they were taken to hospital. When the doctors there tried to find out any thing about them their names came up with nothing, their lives had been erased.

By the time she was well enough to leave she had found the other two had been moved to other hospitals but know one knew which ones.

Taking this as a chance for a new start, she took the name of one of the dead nurse that she had befriended, pick pocketed money from the the hospital staff locker room, leaving with the cloths of the dead nurse that she had arrived in, the money she had took and a strange tattoo that they had been marked with while they were ill. - each of them a different mark. Their brand to identify them and a number.

She had not seen sense to go back to London, In stead with her new identity, she traveled, changing her name when needed, never wanting or needing to return until now 200 years later…

My Writers Notebook.

"What is a writers notebook?"

A writers notebook is a bit of a lose term as it does not necaceroly have to be a bound notebook, it could be a spread sheet, word document(s), notes on your phone, or ring binder.

It is what ever is more practical for you.

It is a place for you to use to be inspired, and or to use as a practical  tool.

Any one that writes for a web site/ blog, or writes novels or factual books will (possible) have some kind of version.

"What am I using?"

For my work I use travelers notebooks, specifically the original standard size form the Travelers company ( inserts measure 11cm x 21cm approximately 4.33in x 8.25in). I did try to use a standard A5 notebook but I found that is was a just little bit intimidating as some times I had 3/4 of a page empty and every mixed in together. 

But with the TN i can have several insert in one cover each for a different use.

My first two are my Travelers Company, Limited edition Pam Am blue and a Camel.

The Blue has three notebooks.

1. article ideas and creative writing prompts.

These have come from Pintrest and other websites. Other peoples ideas can sometimes help with that creative block.

2. Poetry and song lyrics.

Others peoples work can inspiring. Sometimes an idea for a short read or part of store can be influenced by a pome or lyrics.

3. Soundtrack.

Music creates a mood. It can help recreate a memory. So I keep a book listing songs, artist/band, with a note of any lyrics that speak to me. So when i'v been writing along read a song might fit in/ or inspire a certain moment.  Its the question of 

"If this was a film what song would go here"

The Camel Travelers Notebook has 2 books,

1. article ideas and creative writing prompt. 

Yes another both are incomplete, 

2. A dictionary.

I am dyslexic and my spelling is bad. So I keep my own dictionary, with words that know matter how hard I try I never get right. As well as it works as a thesaurus.

"You Know When You're A Writer... When You Have Filled Enough Notebooks To Write Six Novels 

(But Haven't Finished One)."

www.Writershq.co.uk

This quote definitely sums up the collection of notebooks that sit on a shelf in my book case. There are Moleskine, Leuchtturm, Rymans own brand and other random branded notebooks ,all almost filed with notes of post, or complete hand written  draft posts. Some have been partly typed up and then forgotten about, some completely finished put not posted. (There is probably enough content in them for me to post twice weekly for six months maybe more.)

This then brings me too two other notebooks that I use. A Moleskine notebook that I use to draft out posts, my creative writing work, and any ideas that I have. This book tends to come to work with me

Also there is my Ugly Bug Plans, UglyDori, which I have notebooks for each of the long reads I’ve worked on, and are still working on. If I wan to work on one or more, I’ll take the insert out and put it in to my Travelers company planner so I can work on it during my breaks at work.

And a Leuchtturm pocket notebook (which is the same size as field notes just hard cover and thicker. this lives in the bottom of my bag and gets used for, todo lists shopping lists and any ideas that might come to mind while I’m out.

I am think of adding a A5 Filofax in t to the workings. this is because I have a lot of random notes for post ideas, and posts that I have written, some still in the notebooks and others partly typed up. I’m think this way I can a list of articles and at what state of finished they are. 

I would possible keep a list of things that I tend to forget to do, such as shear the posts on social media, and what platforms,  include images, links, and loads more. this would be a laminated sheet to check off. Some sought of calendar were I can mark when I have posted (not just on here but my art site, photography and visual merchandising, so I can see when I post for what site). This is not going a editorial calendar, as I have tried to use one but it failed. Maybe as this was in a bound book which made me feel pressured to use it. were as if I use a undated print out if don't use it I wont feel bad about it.

I do have a dedicated Filofax and notebook for my Visual Merchandising site. 

In the filofax I have sections for;

1. Post editing notes.

Every factual post on their I want to add more information image. and here i have listed every thing that needs to be done and which page of what notebook (1 or 2) it is in. Photos that I want to include, Where they are saved or if I need to take one.

2. New posts that I want to write. 

3. Shop floor pains. 

these are the floor plans form shops I have worked in and use as a reference of some of the posts.

4. Post list.

This is veery post I have posted and its date.

5. References

I have lists of books I have, PDFs that I’ve downloaded and where they are saved, websites I use and follow, even Twitter and Instagram accounts.

6. Blank Paper.

The notebook has all my scribbled notes and diagrams. Is a messy functional notebook.

This is want I am currently using, I hope you enjoyed having a little nosy. and I will post again soon.

"Chicken Blood, Salt, Five Candles And A Bottle Of Vodka"

“I’m going to need chicken blood, salt, five candles and a bottle of Vodka.” Taking off her kimono handing it to him.

“Vodka? For a spell?”

“No thats just to make me feel better about ripping a hole in the universe.” 

A sudden crush came from behind them, stopping them all once agian.

“CUT… Get him off set.”

“What the fuck?” Turning and looking behind her. Collapsed on the floor with upturned chairs and books was Danny, drunk with a bottle of JD, empty in hand.

“What the hell Danny?” Steve handing the kimono back to her, which she handed to a wardrobe assistant.

“The two of you had better get him out of here.” she whispered to them.

The two of them went and pulled him to his feet. Refusing to surrender the empty bottle. They struggled to lead him of set and to the trailer. 

Pushing him up the two steps and through the small door following him. He dropped himself on the sofa, finally dropping the empty bottle.

“What hurricane went through here?” asked Steve as the two of them looked around at the smashed mugs, glasses, bunches of flowers thrown across the floor, a table that was once fixed to the wall now ripped from its spot and broken in half.

Danny lent forward picking up a partly finished bottle of vodka.

“Some hurricane hell called Tara.”

Steve and Cara looked at each other. Cara sat down beside him taking the bottle from him, opening it before taking a swig from it, pulling a face at the sharp warm taste, handing him back the bottle.

Pulling out some hair pins before pulling off her blood wing, laying it on her lap reviling her short dark hair partly hidden under a wig cap.

“Wigs won’t like that”

“Don’t care” throwing it at Steve

“I hate your sister.”

“Hay you married her. She’s know your problem.”

“And don’t I know it.” Taking another swig form the bottle

“So why did you go all rock and roll on the place?” Asked Steve, Danny looked up at him taking another swig.

“I asked her for a devoice.” looking to Cara. “She refused”

“Why?” shocked that her sister had not told her.

“I caught her cheating.”

He took another mouth full of vodka, putting the bottle down of the floor between his feat, hesitated then pulled his shirt up showing his back covered in bruises.

“What the fuck!” Cara stared at his body, confused and over whelmed, shocked.

“She decided that my golf clubs would be a good thing to beat me with this time.”

“This Time!?”

Just a short piece which I done as a personal challenge of writing two pages in my travelers note through September 2019 (which a failed miserably with), using prompts found on Pinterest. This one originally was from TheFakeRedHead.com 

The Exorcist: Behind The Fan Fiction Long Read. (A year in the making)

The Exorcist fan-fiction piece that I have wrote was inspired by the TV series 'The Exorcist' - which was inspired by the 1971 book by William Peter Blatty. Which was made In to a film in 1974.

Session 1 was aired in 2016 and after series 2 finished in December 2017 I had a random impulse to write something along the same lines. Which rapidly  became a fan fiction piece, as well the plan was for it to only be 1000 words 2000 at the most. 
But my imagination ran away with me and it ended on 43176 words -thats 88 pages, text size 13 in font Times.

I always date my notes weather they are in a paper notebook, on my phone or computer so looking back through my note book I know that I started the original idea on December 14th 2017, and I finished writing it on the 14th of December 2018.

The original idea.

The original idea was it to a short piece, written as an interview, talking about past events that lead to an exorcism. which burning present events turns out did not work. Leaving the end open for me to write the next piece later. 

I'm not even rely sure what turned it in to what it is. I did not go out to write a fan fictional piece, it just happened. 

I had watched season 1 and 2 of The Exorcist and really enjoyed it. 

In early 2018 they announced that Fox would not be picking it up for a 3rd season leaving fans disappoint. 

I had already themed my short piece in to fan fiction so I can not say that the cancellation was the reason for.

The writing proses 

The whole thing was write on an iPhone 4s, which has no SIM card making it a iPad / iPod. I was mostly using it for the camera, but when I start writing the exorcist I stated the notes on this and continued as it started drafting it, then I would send section by section to my computer. So as you reed though you will see (*) this marks a new note started on the iPhone, that's 18 notes. 

I'd work on it on the bus trip in to work, lunch breaks, and on the bus home. Which meant at least 2 and half hours a day, 5 days a week I was working on it. In by March I had written over 20,000 words, and I was planing to have it done my June, but in March I changed my job which meant I was walking to work and I end up only working on it for 1 hour day. 

Despite writing this all on the iPhone I still kept hand written notes in an insert in my Traveler's notebook. which just made it easier if I had an idea to add, create a timeline,  even some little sketches for events.

What I would edit.

I have thought about editing so that it is not a fan-fiction piece. Which would be quite easy to do. I would possible lose Mouse or Tomas's character. And make Marcus's a little more 'broken' I suppose.  

If it was to stay as a fan fiction it would be part of the time line moving it so that the reason Marcus left mouse in the hands of another priest to conduct her exorcism, was he a see his friends call for help. 

There are several things that I want to add, which I have list off. Which I will add it (and repost). It's just my mind and imagination works faster them the fingers and dyslexic head can type.

I had the idea to put extractions of the filmed interview with in the piece. thats why you may find ‘interview’, in random places. I might put it in when or if I do a better edit of this.

The images 

At different points through the piece I have put an images to break up the text. 

The pictures are of ink in water, which I took back in 2016, when I was work on some album cover work for a friend. Using the 'Phonto' app for iPhones and iPads. I used a mix of different filters and themes.

I know that some of the images are not that good, I don't have photo shop (and I only started using it 2 weeks ago at work, and do not yet have it my self.) I'm pretty sure that there are a lot of spelling mistakes and punctuation and grammar cock ups. I proof and edit myself so there are always going to be mistakes. (sorry xx)

You can read the compleat thing here:  The Exorcist (Inspired By The Tv Series)