This month Mr B and I are taking part in #BlogFlash2012, run by Terri Giuliano Long, and – every Friday – #FlashFiveFriday at The Indie Exchange.
The idea behind #BlogFlash2012 is simple: 30 Days, 30 Prompts, 30 Posts. Every day there’s a new visual prompt and you have to produce 50-100 words on the theme. The beauty of it is, you can produce anything from a simple anecdote to a piece of flash fiction.
There’s also a Facebook page so you can follow along and swap links.
I am also taking part in NaBloPoMo August.
#BlogFlash2012: #19 Fireworks
I used to love watching the fireworks on Bonfire Night in the UK. My best and most destructive memory was when someone (not me, so don’t go there!) left a box of fireworks in an armchair outside (it’s a long story!). This in itself wouldn’t have been a problem but the armchair wasn’t far from the fire itself!
Consequently, a stray spark landed in the box, those babies went off in unison and the armchair did its best impression of The Towering Inferno. No one was hurt thankfully and I can smile about it today.
As pretty as I found fireworks when I was younger, your perspective changes considerably when you become a pet owner. Now, when I think of fireworks, I think of ways in which to keep my cats calm, to shield them from the worst of the bangs and flashes. I think – with dread – that we will have to keep Kain (the only cat we have who likes going outdoors) in for several days prior to Bonfire Night and New Year’s Eve. I curse when the fireworks start weeks before they have any logical reason to and continue long after the event. Call me miserable, lacking in a spirit of fun – the safety of my cats trumps pretty colours any day