9 June, 2010 Somehow I seem to have fallen out of fictional inspiration lately, having difficulties finding the time and inspiration to focusing my mind on it. It is still my hope and intention to some day get back to the Wordzzle game and finish off The Slumber Party Mystery story.
Back down in the hall, Skittles had intended to leave the house through the front door and go home, but suddenly changed his mind. Instead, he went back into the library, which now lay mostly in shadows. The doors to the terrace were still open, letting an evening breeze in. Outside, he could hear the faint swooshing of the watering device in perpetual motion, still distributing an even sprinkle of water over the lawn. He closed the door to the hall behind him, then also the doors to the terrace before he switched on the light. He went behind the General's desk to have a glance at the books. He was soon able to establish that if they were arranged in any kind of order, at least it was not alphabetical. "Preservation of liberty" he read on the back of one. "Caterpillars in World War I" it said on another. Skittles decided not to waste any more time on the books; it was something else that had made him go back in here. He went over to the ginger jar with the sunflower pattern, lifted the lid and peered down into it. Yes. The letter was still there. He had completely forgotten to ask Diana why she had put it there, he had only remembered it as he came downstairs again. He took the letter out and looked at it. It was addressed to Diana c/o the General's address, and it was postmarked in Miami. He turned it over. Nothing on the back, except for a few ink stains. What was it she had said about the plot in her book… something involving a blackmail letter and postage… and he was sure Florida had been mentioned, too. Skittles weighed the letter in his hand and in his mind for a while. Then he sighed and put it back into the jar. Being intrigued by a young lady's singularity was hardly reason enough for him to open a letter that she claimed to have written to herself. Flattery might be a better way to get her to explain. But not tonight. Skittles put the letter back in the jar, turned off the light, opened the glass doors to the terrace and went out into the night.
Upstairs, Diana had turned her computer on again to print out a copy of her next translation assignment, and was annoyed to find her email inbox full of spam. What she had hoped to be serious job offers turned out to be an offer of cheap plastic surgery, and instructions how to climb a telephone pole. Diana did not consider herself in need of either.
This is a blog where I wrestle with attempts at fiction, and participation in challenges like Wordzzles.
The Slumber Party Mystery
The Slumber Party Mystery is an ongoing story which is based on the Saturday Wordzzle Challenges from the blog Views from Raven's Nest. Each Saturday, Raven provides 10+5=15 words and/or phrases, which you are supposed to weave into a context. You can use either the 10 words, or just the "mini" 5 words, or all 15 together as a mega challenge, as you please.
I have been partaking since April 2009; my first entry based on Raven's Challenge # 57, and originally published at my blog The Island of the Voices.
I did not really have in mind to make it an ongoing story, but somehow it turned into one. From Challenge # 90 onwards, I decided to move the whole story (previous episodes copied) to this blog instead.
If you are new to the story, or feel that you have lost track of it (I don't blame you!), there is a summary.