In the end everything will ignite.
Books. Skin. Pre-apocalyptic utopian puppies.
All of it.
My second novel will smoulder alongside the incinerated remains of my first while I stab at my molten keyboard, desperate to smash out a story idea before my fingertips fuse to the metal.
Hephaestus will fester in the corner savouring nasal gifts, choking out sporadic sulphurous laughs while a female character combusts beautifully against a backdrop of missed characterisation opportunities.
Down in the valley of parenthood whole afternoons will be engulfed by the incendiary pressure of time.
Fire in the hole.
Fire in the disco.
Burn.
Author’s note: this piece was inspired by a conversation with a longtime friend, the adhoc fiction weekly prompt and several blog posts from people I thoroughly enjoy reading (and did so this evening), namely:-
If you take the time to check out all the links it’ll make a whole heap more sense…
Nik Eveleigh 
Lots of strong imagery there. Get those fingers typing! Great stuff.
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Will do 🙂 Thanks for reading Dave – appreciated
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Damn this was fun to read! Your word choices were really strong and evocative. (And I enjoyed your reference to my post, hehe.)
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Glad you had fun – that was pretty much my plan! I enjoyed trying to tie together the various loose ends in my mind after a fine evening of reading!
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Super word play. But don’t go sending me off to read other great blogs – I’ve got stuff to do and you know me and reading – sheesh!!!
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Thanks Mrs D – I sincerely and unreservedly apologise for any time conflicts I may have unwittingly unleashed upon you with my flagrant bandying-about of top quality writing folk. I hereby promise it won’t ever happen again until the next time. As penance I will try and knock together a weekly LS roundup tonight 🙂
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Superb imagery, and cheers for the nod
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Cheers Lee – and you are most welcome!
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An emphatic expression of frustration. I agree that every writer has the flame of inspiration inside of them, and a burning desire to write the next hot novel that sets the literary world on fire. Failing that, most of us return to the beginning to a time when we first learned to form letters using charcoal sticks, picked from the ash of our failures, and undeterred we continue to scribble black lines on papyrus sheets.
Makes you think, does it not?
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Your comments never fail to make me think James! I’m definitely more of your bog standard sooty scribbler 🙂 Either way I heartily approve of the burning prose contained within your comments!
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Liked this whole heaps! Lechyda Da!
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Thanks so much! Appreciated!
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