An Emerging Writer's Blog: Free Fiction
Writings by Emerging Canadian Author Jennifer McAuley
It's just me and you, dear reader. This blog is an open door inviting you inside. Let's sit by the fire, be it a camp fire under a starry sky or a comforting glow at the hearth, and I will tell you everything. I am here, in my rustic cabin nestled among mountains, surrounded by wandering Elk, flanked by serpentine lakes. My windows look out like blinking eyes across a thin ribbon of valley where the weather blows through in spastic breaths: snow, fog, rain, sun. Depending on the season, there is the percussion of rain drops, the booming of thunder or the soft papery sound of the breeze through the Aspens. At least I think they are Aspens. . .I better brush up on my trees.
Who was it that said that if you want facts read nonfiction, if you want the truth, read fiction? I embrace that notion . . . If you are tired of reading the newspaper and need a moment away from those scientific journals then maybe this is the door you enter, this is the threshold you cross. There is no harm, no bodily risk, you can depart through the same door from which you entered whenever you please.
So, welcome to my humble little blog about absolutely nothing and absolutely everything simultaneously. Where everything is fiction and everything is true. A writing blog but not a "how to write blog". Melt in the mouth bites of write. A "I'm looking for a story or a poem or a reader-reading a writer-writing moment" blog. No promises that my writing will be witty or beautiful or sensuous or wise. However, I will try! Definitely (and defiantly!) no promises that my grammar will be impeccable or my spelling pristine. Again, I'll do my best. I'll do my best to be entertaining, thoughtful, and (gulp) to write regularly.
Why is it called The Prickling Pen, you ask? Good question! I hoped you would ask that. I had a list of possible blog names but many were spoken for. No, I won't tell you them, they are tucked in my back pocket for a rainy day. After an informal text-poll and a process of elimination I settled on The Prickling Pen. Here is my line of reasoning.
For a traveler it's itchy feet
For an artist it's a restless brush
For a reader it's an open book
For a writer it's a prickling pen
I admit it, I'm scratching an itch. I hope it feels as good for you as it does for me.
