Prosaic: Dairy Dependent Detective

I'm having a bad week, so no follow up to last week's article yet. Instead - here's an old Prosaic story, and it's one of my favourites. Thanks to my godfather this is possibly the weirdest set of story ingredients yet. Late at night when I couldn't sleep, somehow the story became even stranger than the sum of its parts...

Failures aren't fun!

I don't like this story. I wanted to tell a sort of fairy tale, but it comes off as twee and a little crass. The advantage of these writing experiments is that they can give me an opportunity to explore new styles or silly ideas. That's potentially great fun, but sometimes I'll come out with something like this.

Failure is instructive. I can look at this story and see how the characterisation doesn't build and how little fantastical elements pop in out of nowhere. That's a problem, and it comes from trying to write a short story based on the Grimm model and fairy tale style.

That doesn't change how annoyed it makes me! Of course, maybe you feel differently. I still feel like there was the start of a good idea in here somewhere...

Prosaic: Nick Clegg - Hall - Box

It's my first real post, and the first story in my Prosaic project. It is my most rapidly ageing piece of work, as when I wrote it Nick Clegg had only just entered into the Coalition after impressing at the debates. He looked a little like a great man, or at least one who thought he was...