<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474328691700347841</id><updated>2024-10-24T19:05:51.975+01:00</updated><category term="First post"/><category term="Flash fiction challenge"/><category term="Memoirs"/><category term="The Nature of Dust"/><category term="e-pubbing"/><category term="reasons why."/><category term="writing advice"/><title type='text'>Countless Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474328691700347841/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gemma Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286538504939835922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474328691700347841.post-4595026972352978773</id><published>2011-10-12T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T13:06:47.666+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="e-pubbing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memoirs"/><title type='text'>Retirees publishing their memoirs</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;This morning, instead of trawling through journal articles for my essay like I was supposed to, I went link hopping instead, and found the most wonderful article about &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.therepublic.com/view/story/SRS-SELF-AUTOBIOGRAPHY_6263959/SRS-SELF-AUTOBIOGRAPHY_6263959/&quot;&gt;retirees publishing their memoirs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn&#39;t this great? The article only mentions those that self-published in print copy, (one woman paid $25,000 to get her book out there - which is alright if you have that kind of money hanging around) but think of the possibilities that e-pubbing gives! &lt;br /&gt;
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What I love the most is that it doesn&#39;t seem as if they&#39;re doing it to make money, or become famous, but because they want their stories to be around when they no longer are, for their families and for those might be able to learn something from their experiences. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am definitely doing this - as long as something happens in my life that&#39;s worth writing about...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4595026972352978773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/retirees-publishing-their-memoirs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474328691700347841/posts/default/4595026972352978773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474328691700347841/posts/default/4595026972352978773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/retirees-publishing-their-memoirs.html' title='Retirees publishing their memoirs'/><author><name>Gemma Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286538504939835922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474328691700347841.post-5593198957893492148</id><published>2011-10-09T15:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:58:36.912+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash fiction challenge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Nature of Dust"/><title type='text'>Flash Fiction Challenge for TerribleMinds.com - The Nature of Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The quite frankly hilarious Chuck Wendig has asked everyone to invent a new monster over &lt;a href=&quot;http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2011/10/07/flash-fiction-challenge-brand-new-monster&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and give it life through a flash fiction piece of 1,000 words or less.&lt;br /&gt;
Mine only took 242. Let&#39;s hope the thing they say about quality being better than quantity is true...&lt;br /&gt;
-&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;The Nature of Dust&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tap.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Caroline was ready for it to be over. She knew it was
coming.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
They all did.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Her colleagues, her husband, her children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Palm to palm they’d pressed their hands together, separated only
by the triple-thick pane of glass that kept the inside in and the outside out.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unfortunately, she was on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tap.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;No one had believed
her when she’d shown them the cuts on her fingers, the deep pocks like pricks
of a pin.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
“Wounded by dust? You’re joking. Bits of dead skin and dirt
- How can that hurt you?”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It didn’t matter how – the fact that it did was enough.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
She looked at her bandaged hands with cloudy, unfocussed
eyes. The white cotton was marred by green-tinged stains. The wounds were
weeping, they itched and stung. It would be hell when it reached the thin skin
of her face.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tap.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tap.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The beaker was rocking, knocking on the table top.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
How much more proof did they need that whatever was in there
was alive?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
On unsteady legs, she got to her feet and pressed her lips to
the glass. One by one her family kissed her goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
She couldn’t hear the sobs, but she could see their tears.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tap.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It was gaining momentum.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tap.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
She sunk to the floor, legs curled underneath her body and
her arms wrapped round her waist.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tap.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It nearly made it.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
A silent prayer.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tap.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
She closed her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Smash.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;d appreciate it if you let me know what you thought! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5593198957893492148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/flash-fiction-challenge-for.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474328691700347841/posts/default/5593198957893492148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474328691700347841/posts/default/5593198957893492148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/flash-fiction-challenge-for.html' title='Flash Fiction Challenge for TerribleMinds.com - The Nature of Dust'/><author><name>Gemma Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286538504939835922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474328691700347841.post-5846589621007914467</id><published>2011-10-04T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T14:51:16.950+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing advice"/><title type='text'>Writing Advice</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve found that I&#39;ve needed a lot of hand holding throughout my attempts at writing, and for this I have always turned to the internet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the beginning, I absorbed every piece of information was thrown back by Google, but now I&#39;ve got to the point where I&#39;ve grown tired of reading it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hope I&#39;m not the only one that sometimes forgets that it is just advice, not rules to follow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;A million different posts have told me that the key to a successful story is having a likeable protagonist. I don&#39;t agree with that. Some of my favourite stories haven&#39;t had likeable main characters, just compelling ones. And that for me is the most important thing. I can&#39;t stop reading about them because they&#39;re just so &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dr. House from &lt;i&gt;House&lt;/i&gt; is the perfect example of this. The whole reason (in my opinion) behind the success of the series is because he&#39;s such an interesting character. He&#39;s not the typical, constantly positive, smiling doctor that we expect, but a grumpy, crotchety old man who&#39;s only selling points are the fact that he&#39;s incredibly witty and sardonic and brilliant at his job. He wasn&#39;t written to be likeable, but that&#39;s okay, because it works.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s not to say that all of the advice that I&#39;ve got is bad, a lot of it in fact makes perfect sense. The first example that comes to mind is &lt;a href=&quot;http://mysterywritingismurder.blogspot.com/2010/02/distinctive-characters.html&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; advice about creating characters from Mystery Writing Is Murder. It&#39;s one of the first posts that made it obvious to me that just because &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; know everything about your character, doesn&#39;t mean that the reader needs to know it all too. In fact, it&#39;s probably better that they don&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though the advice I would rather not have followed but stupidly did, was the age old adage that you can&#39;t force creativity. Pah. Lord knows how much time I&#39;ve wasted not writing when I had the opportunity just because I didn&#39;t feel inspired. By all means, take advantage of when it strikes, but you&#39;ve got to chug through when you don&#39;t, no matter what they say, because otherwise nothing will ever get done.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And that doesn&#39;t just apply to writing. Oh sorry, Boss - I was late for the deadline because I wasn&#39;t inspired. &lt;br /&gt;Like that would work. So why did I read so often? It makes no sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are an infinite number of writing blogs out there, but that doesn&#39;t mean that they know what they&#39;re preaching about. And what works for them might not work for you.&lt;br /&gt;
I suppose you just have to take everything with a pinch of salt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How about you? Have you ever listened to advice that turned out to be absolute rubbish? I&#39;d love to know!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5846589621007914467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/writing-advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474328691700347841/posts/default/5846589621007914467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474328691700347841/posts/default/5846589621007914467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/writing-advice.html' title='Writing Advice'/><author><name>Gemma Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286538504939835922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474328691700347841.post-3205139323678181194</id><published>2011-07-15T15:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:25:02.668+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="First post"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reasons why."/><title type='text'>Introductions</title><content type='html'>My name is Gemma, and I guess you could say that I&#39;m jumping on the blogging bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;
I have no idea what will come of this, but I suppose only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll be posting twice a week. An original post on a Wednesday and a post of links to articles/posts that I&#39;ve read during the week that I&#39;ve found interesting. They&#39;ll probably be on something (possibly loosely) related to writing... Fingers crossed that the &#39;quality not quantity&#39; saying is true!&lt;br /&gt;
Now if you don&#39;t mind me, I&#39;m going to try to make this thing look pretty. Wish me luck!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3205139323678181194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/2011/07/introductions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474328691700347841/posts/default/3205139323678181194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474328691700347841/posts/default/3205139323678181194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countless-tales.blogspot.com/2011/07/introductions.html' title='Introductions'/><author><name>Gemma Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286538504939835922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>