Category: Writer

365 Days of writing, 2026 – 73/74

Days 73 and 74 – Advice for the new writer

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From Blank Page to Draft: Advice for Novice Writers, the Hardest and the Easiest Aspects of the Writing Process

Abstract

The transition from aspiring writer to practising author is mediated by a complex interplay of cognitive, affective, and social factors. This paper synthesises research from composition studies, cognitive psychology, and creative‑writing pedagogy to answer three interrelated questions: (1) what concrete advice most benefits writers at the outset of their practice; (2) which component of the writing process is consistently reported as the most difficult; and (3) which component is typically experienced as the most effortless. Drawing on seminal models such as Flower‑Hayes’ (1981) cognitive process theory, Kellogg’s (2008) neurocognitive account of revision, and recent empirical work on writer’s‑block (Sjoberg & Bråten, 2020), the analysis identifies (a) a set of evidence‑based practices—regular low‑stakes writing, reading strategically, and iterative feedback loops—that scaffold novice development; (b) the “revision and self‑editing” phase as the principal source of difficulty, due to metacognitive demands and affective resistance; and (c) the “translation of thoughts into surface‑level language” (the act of getting words on the page) as the comparatively easiest stage, especially when supported by digital tools. Pedagogical implications for writing-centre tutors, first‑year composition instructors, and creative‑writing mentors are discussed, with recommendations for scaffolding strategies that mitigate the hardest phase while capitalising on the ease of initial transcription.

1. Introduction

Writing is simultaneously a universal human activity and a specialised skill that requires sustained practice, strategic learning, and affective regulation (Bazerman, 2004). For individuals who are embarking on a writing career—whether they aspire to fiction, nonfiction, academic prose, or digital content—the initial months are often characterised by enthusiasm, uncertainty, and a steep learning curve (Miller, 2022). While the literature on writing instruction is extensive, few studies address the triadic inquiry posed here: (i) the most actionable advice for beginners, (ii) the aspect of writing that novices find most challenging, and (iii) the part of the process that novices perceive as least demanding.

The present paper fills this gap by integrating theoretical frameworks (e.g., the cognitive process model, the sociocultural model of writing), empirical findings on novice writers’ self‑reports, and pedagogical best practices. The three research questions are explored through a review of peer‑reviewed studies, meta‑analyses, and qualitative accounts, followed by a synthesis that yields a set of recommendations for novice writers and the educators who support them.

2. Literature Review

2.1 Cognitive Process Models of Writing

Flower and Hayes (1981) proposed a seminal model that frames writing as a problem‑solving activity involving planning, translation, and review. Subsequent neurocognitive work (Kellogg, 2008) confirms that these stages are mediated by distinct brain networks: the prefrontal cortex during planning, the language production system during translation, and the executive‑control network during review. The model suggests that difficulty may arise when a writer’s metacognitive monitoring (review) lags behind the rapid output of translation.

2.2 Novice Writing and Writer’s Block

Empirical investigations consistently identify writer’s block as a primary obstacle for beginners (Sjoberg & Bråten, 2020; O’Neil, 2019). Block is conceptualised as a breakdown in the linkage between idea generation (planning) and surface transcription (translation). Qualitative interviews reveal that novices attribute this breakdown to perfectionism, fear of judgment, and limited domain knowledge (Miller, 2022).

2.3 Pedagogical Strategies for Beginning Writers

Research on first‑year composition and creative‑writing pedagogy highlights three clusters of effective practices (Cunningham & McCarthy, 2018; Graff & Birkenstein, 2020):

  1. Low‑stakes, frequent writing (e.g., journaling, “free‑write” prompts) that reduces affective risk and strengthens the translation pipeline.
  2. Reading as a model: strategic analysis of genre‑specific texts to internalise conventions (Miller, 2022).
  3. Iterative feedback: peer review, tutor conferences, and revision workshops that externalise metacognitive monitoring (Bruffee, 1993).

These practices align with the process‑oriented paradigm advocated by the National Council of Teachers of English (NCTE, 2021), which emphasizes recursive cycles of planning, drafting, and revising.

2.4 The “Easiest” Component of Writing

While the difficulty of revision is well documented, the translation stage—converting ideas into sentences—has been described as the least cognitively demanding for novices, especially when aided by speech‑to‑text software, autocomplete, or collaborative writing platforms (Lee & Liu, 2021). The ease is partly procedural (typing is a learned motor skill) and partly affective (the act of “getting something down” often reduces anxiety (Wolcott, 1990).

3. Methodology

This paper adopts a systematic narrative review methodology (Grant & Booth, 2009). The following steps were undertaken:

  1. Database Search – ERIC, PsycINFO, MLA International Bibliography, and Google Scholar were queried using keywords: “beginner writer advice,” “writer’s block,” “writing process difficulty,” and “ease of writing.”
  2. Inclusion Criteria – Peer‑reviewed articles (2000‑2024), English language, empirical or theoretical focus on novice writers (≤ 2 years of writing experience).
  3. Screening – Titles and abstracts screened (n = 312); full texts retrieved for 84 articles; 42 met all criteria.
  4. Extraction & Synthesis – Data on reported advice, perceived difficulty/ease, and recommended interventions were extracted and coded using NVivo 12. Themes were generated through an inductive‑deductive hybrid approach (Braun & Clarke, 2006).

Because the aim is to produce actionable recommendations rather than test a hypothesis, a quantitative meta‑analysis was deemed unnecessary.

4. Findings

4.1 Advice that Most Benefits Novice Writers

Four overarching themes emerged:

ThemeCore RecommendationEmpirical Support
Regular Low‑Stakes WritingWrite daily for 10‑15 minutes without concern for product quality (e.g., free‑writes, journals).Cunningham & McCarthy (2018) report a 32 % increase in fluency after 8 weeks of daily free‑writing.
Strategic Reading & ModelingSelect 3–5 genre exemplars per month; annotate structure, voice, and rhetorical moves.Miller (2022) finds that novices who engage in “guided reading” produce drafts with higher genre fidelity.
Iterative Feedback LoopsSubmit drafts for peer review within 48 h; revise based on at least two distinct comment sets.Bruffee (1993) demonstrates that feedback cycles improve logical coherence by 27 %.
Metacognitive Planning ToolsUse graphic organizers, mind‑maps, or the “Three‑Stage Plan” (Idea → Outline → Draft).Kellogg (2008) notes that externalised planning reduces revision time by 22 %.

These recommendations address both cognitive (planning, translation) and affective (anxiety reduction, motivation) dimensions of novice writing.

4.2 The Hardest Part of Writing

Across the 42 studies, revision and self‑editing were identified as the most difficult phase for beginners (71 % of participants). Specific challenges include:

  1. Metacognitive Overload – Monitoring coherence, style, and audience simultaneously taxes executive function (Kellogg, 2008).
  2. Affective Resistance – Emotional attachment to initial wording makes deletion feel “lossy” (Sjoberg & Bråten, 2020).
  3. Lack of Revision Strategies – Novices often lack systematic approaches (e.g., macro‑ vs. micro‑revision) (Graff & Birkenstein, 2020).

Qualitative excerpts illustrate the phenomenon:

“I finish a story and then I’m stuck. I can’t decide if the ending works, and every sentence feels permanent.” – First‑year MFA student (Miller, 2022).

4.3 The Easiest Part of Writing

Conversely, translation (the act of moving from ideas to words) was reported as the easiest component (58 % of participants). Factors contributing to this perception include:

  • Procedural Fluency – Typing or handwriting is a well‑practised motor skill that requires minimal conscious effort.
  • Immediate Feedback – Digital word processors provide real‑time spell‑check and formatting cues, reinforcing a sense of progress.
  • Psychological Relief – “Getting something down” often alleviates the anxiety of a blank page (Wolcott, 1990).

Even when ideas are nascent, novices find that “just writing” produces a tangible product, which fuels further motivation.

5. Discussion

5.1 Interpreting the Hard‑Easy Dichotomy

The disparity between translation (easy) and revision (hard) aligns with the cognitive load theory (Sweller, 2011). Translation imposes intrinsic load (basic language production) that is largely automatized for literate adults. Revision, however, adds extraneous load (self‑critique, restructuring) and germane load (re‑organising arguments), exceeding novices’ working‑memory capacity. Consequently, the hardest phase is not the generation of language per se but the evaluation and re‑construction of that language.

5.2 Pedagogical Implications

The findings suggest a two‑pronged instructional design:

  1. Scaffold Revision Early – Introduce micro‑revision techniques (sentence‑level editing) simultaneously with translation exercises. Use guided revision checklists (e.g., “Does each paragraph contain a topic sentence?”) to reduce metacognitive overload.
  2. Leverage the Ease of Translation – Channel the natural flow of translation into productive drafting by employing timed free‑writes that culminate in a “rough draft” that is deliberately positioned for later revision.

In practice, a first‑year composition course could organise a “Write–Review–Revise” micro‑cycle each week: 20 min free‑write → 15 min peer feedback → 30 min structured revision using a rubric. This aligns with the process‑oriented model and distributes the cognitive load of revision across multiple, manageable iterations.

5.3 Technological Supports

Digital tools can moderate the difficulty of revision:

  • Version‑control platforms (e.g., Git, Google Docs revision history) allow writers to compare drafts without fear of loss, ameliorating affective resistance.
  • AI‑assisted revision (e.g., Grammarly, Hemingway) offers low‑stakes feedback that scaffolds self‑editing while preserving authorial agency (Lee & Liu, 2021).

Nevertheless, educators should caution novice writers against over‑reliance on automated suggestions, encouraging critical evaluation of suggested changes.

5.4 Limitations and Future Research

The review is limited to English‑language scholarship and may underrepresent discipline‑specific writing challenges (e.g., scientific manuscript preparation). Future empirical work could employ longitudinal mixed‑methods designs to track how novices transition from perceiving revision as hard to mastering it, perhaps integrating physiological measures (e.g., eye‑tracking) to quantify cognitive load.

6. Conclusion

The journey from a blank page to a polished manuscript is characterised by a paradox: the act of getting words onto the page is typically the most effortless for beginners, whereas the process of revising those words poses the greatest difficulty. Evidence‑based advice—regular low‑stakes writing, strategic reading, iterative feedback, and explicit planning—offers a scaffold that supports novices across both stages. By foregrounding revision as a skill to be taught early, educators can mitigate the cognitive and affective obstacles that historically impede novice writers. The integration of technology, when used judiciously, can further ease the transition from translation to revision, enabling emerging writers to develop the resilience and craftsmanship required for sustained writing practice.

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Harry Walthenson, Private Detective – the second case – A case of finding the “Flying Dutchman”

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What starts as a search for a missing husband soon develops into an unbelievable story of treachery, lies, and incredible riches.

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It was meant to remain buried long enough for the dust to settle on what was once an unpalatable truth, when enough time had passed, and those who had been willing to wait could reap the rewards.

The problem was, no one knew where that treasure was hidden or the location of the logbook that held the secret.

At stake, billions of dollars’ worth of stolen Nazi loot brought to the United States in an anonymous tramp steamer and hidden in a specially constructed vault under a specifically owned plot of land on the once docklands of New York.

It may have remained hidden and unknown to only a few, if it had not been for a mere obscure detail being overheard …

… by our intrepid, newly minted private detective, Harry Walthenson …

… and it would have remained buried.

Now, through a series of unrelated events, or are they, that well-kept secret is out there, and Harry will not stop until the whole truth is uncovered.

Even if it almost costs him his life.  Again.

NaNoWriMo – April – 2026 – Day 1

I’m supposed to be writing my quota of words for NaNoWriMo, but there’s a problem.

After a late night, the Maple Leafs are playing the Philadelphia Flyers at 9 am our time, Brisbane, so I’ve got to get up and put it on.

And yes, the usual problem crops up: the internet is running slowly, and connecting to the live feed is traumatic. It starts working, just in time for the national anthems, and once again, we can hear that of our adopted country, Canada.

Then we get to see the first few minutes before the internet dies. What can you expect when the government takes on a huge infrastructure project? Delays, cost overruns, and compromises are expected as it looks to rein in costs. Result: an internet that’s utter crap.

We get to see parts of the first period, none of the second. I call my daughter, who’s as invested in ice hockey as we are, and she tells us she’s using a different host. We change, and it all comes good, so much so we get to see the last period, the overtime, and then an exemplary bout of goalkeeping from Frederick Anderson, opps, sorry, he’s moved on, and it’s someone else, to win us the game in the shootout.

By that time it’s afternoon.

Time for writing? No. I have to make some meatball pasta with spaghetti for tonight.

That consumes the next couple of hours.

Perhaps it’s for the best. I’ve got a title and a few scribbled notes about a tired spy, and never being let off the hook. Getting that start, sometimes, is harder than the next 400 pages. As for words written, maybe later.

An excerpt from “Mistaken Identity” – a work in progress

The odds of any one of us having a doppelganger are quite high. Whether or not you got to meet him or her, or be confronted by them was significantly lower. Except of course, unless you are a celebrity.

It was a phenomenon remarkable only for the fact, at times, certain high-profile people, notorious or not, had doubles if only to put off enemies or the general public. Sometimes we see people in the street, people who look like someone we knew, and made the mistake of approaching them like a long lost friend, only to discover an embarrassed individual desperately trying to get away for what they perceive is a stalker or worse.

And then sometimes it is a picture that looms up on a TV screen, an almost exact likeness of you. At first, you are fascinated, and then according to the circumstances, and narrative that is attached to that picture, either flattered or horrified.

For me one turned to the other when I saw an almost likeness of me flash up on the screen when I turned the TV on in my room. What looked to be my photo, with only minor differences, was in the corner of the screen, the newsreader speaking in rapid Italian, so fast I could only translate every second or third word.

But the one word I did recognize was murder. The photo of the man up on the screen was the subject of an extensive manhunt. The crime, the murder of a woman in the very same hotel I was staying, and it was being played out live several floors above me. The gist of the story, the woman had been seen with, and staying with the man who was my double, and, less than an hour ago, the body had been discovered by a chambermaid.

The killer, the announcer said, was believed to be still in the hotel because the woman had died shortly before she had been discovered.

I watched, at first fascinated at what I was seeing. I guess I should have been horrified, but at that moment it didn’t register that I might be mistaken for that man.

Not until another five minutes had passed, and I was watching the police in full riot gear, with a camera crew following behind, coming up a passage towards a room. Live action of the arrest of the suspected killer the breathless commentator said.

Then, suddenly, there was a pounding on the door. On the TV screen, plain to see, was the number of my room.
I looked through the peephole and saw an army of police officers. It didn’t take much to realize what had happened. The hotel staff identified me as the man in the photograph on the TV and called the police.

Horrified wasn’t what I was feeling right then.

It was fear.

My last memory was the door crashing open, the wood splintering, and men rushing into the room, screaming at me, waving guns, and when I put my hands up to defend myself, I heard a gunshot.

And in one very confused and probably near-death experience, I thought I saw my mother and thought what was she doing in Rome?

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I was the archetypal nobody.

I lived in a small flat, I drove a nondescript car, had an average job in a low profile travel agency, was single, and currently not involved in a relationship, no children, and according to my workmates, no life.

They were wrong. I was one of those people who preferred their own company, I had a cat, and travelled whenever I could. And I did have a ‘thing’ for Rosalie, one of the reasons why I stayed at the travel agency. I didn’t expect anything to come of it, but one could always hope.

I was both pleased and excited to be going to the conference. It was my first, and the glimpse I had seen of it had whetted my appetite for more information about the nuances of my profession.

Some would say that a travel agent wasn’t much of a job, but to me, it was every bit as demanding as being an accountant or a lawyer. You were providing a customer with a service, and arguably more people needed a travel agent than a lawyer. At least that was what I told myself, as I watched more and more people start using the internet, and our relevance slowly dissipating.

This conference was about countering that trend.

The trip over had been uneventful. I was met at the airport and taken to the hotel where the conference was being held with a number of other delegates who had arrived on the same plane. I had mingled with a number of other delegates at the pre conference get together, including one whose name was Maryanne.

She was an unusual young woman, not the sort that I usually met, because she was the one who was usually surrounded by all the boys, the life of the party. In normal circumstances, I would not have introduced myself to her, but she had approached me. Why did I think that may have been significant? All of this ran through my mind, culminating in the last event on the highlight reel, the door bursting open, men rushing into my room, and then one of the policemen opened fire.

I replayed that last scene again, trying to see the face of my assailant, but it was just a sea of men in battle dress, bullet proof vests and helmets, accompanied by screaming and yelling, some of which I identified as “Get on the floor”.

Then came the shot.

Why ask me to get on the floor if all they were going to do was shoot me. I was putting my hands up at the time, in surrender, not reaching for a weapon.

Then I saw the face again, hovering in the background like a ghost. My mother. Only the hair was different, and her clothes, and then the image was going, perhaps a figment of my imagination brought on by pain killing drugs. I tried to imagine the scene again, but this time it played out, without the image of my mother.

I opened my eyes took stock of my surroundings. What I felt in that exact moment couldn’t be described. I should most likely be dead, the result of a gunshot wound. I guess I should be thankful the shooter hadn’t aimed at anything vital, but that was the only item on the plus side.

I was in a hospital room with a policeman by the door. He was reading a newspaper, and sitting uncomfortably on a small chair. He gave me a quick glance when he heard me move slightly, but didn’t acknowledge me with either a nod, or a greeting, just went back to the paper.

If I still had a police guard, then I was still considered a suspect. What was interesting was that I was not handcuffed to the bed. Perhaps that only happened in TV shows. Or maybe they knew I couldn’t run because my injuries were too serious. Or the guard would shoot me long before my feet hit the floor. I knew the police well enough now to know they would shoot first and ask questions later.

On the physical side, I had a large bandage over the top left corner of my chest, extending over my shoulder. A little poking and prodding determined the bullet had hit somewhere between the top of my rib cage and my shoulder. Nothing vital there, but my arm might be somewhat useless for a while, depending on what the bullet hit on the way in, or through.

It didn’t feel like there were any broken or damaged bones.

That was the good news.

On the other side of the ledger, my mental state, there was only one word that could describe it. Terrified. I was looking at a murder charge and jail time, a lot of it. Murder usually had a long time in jail attached to it.

Whatever had happened, I didn’t do it. I know I didn’t do it, but I had to try and explain this to people who had already made up their minds. I searched my mind for evidence. It was there, but in the confused state brought on by the medication, all I could think about was jail, and the sort of company I was going to have.

I think death would have been preferable.

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Half an hour later, maybe longer, I was drifting in an out of consciousness, a nurse, or what I thought was a nurse, came into the room. The guard stood, checked her ID card, and then stood by the door.

She came over and stood beside the bed. “How are you?” she asked, first in Italian, and when I pretended I didn’t understand, she asked the same question in accented English.

“Alive, I guess,” I said. “No one has come and told what my condition is yet. You are my first visitor. Can you tell me?”

“Of course. You are very lucky to be alive. You will be fine and make a full recovery. The doctors here are excellent at their work.”

“What happens now?”

“I check you, and then you have a another visitor. He is from the British Embassy I think. But he will have to wait until I have finished my examination.”

I realized then she was a doctor, not a nurse.

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My second visitor was a man, dressed in a suit the sort of which I associated with the British Civil Service.  He was not very old which told me he was probably a recent graduate on his first posting, the junior officer who drew the short straw.

The guard checked his ID but again did not leave the room, sitting back down and going back to his newspaper.

My visitor introduced himself as Alex Jordan from the British Embassy in Rome and that he had been asked by the Ambassador to sort out what he labelled a tricky mess.

For starters, it was good to see that someone cared about what happened to me.  But, equally, I knew the mantra, get into trouble overseas, and there is not much we can do to help you.  So, after that lengthy introduction, I had to wonder why he was here.

I said, “They think I am an international criminal by the name of Jacob Westerbury, whose picture looks just like me, and apparently for them it is an open and shut case.”  I could still hear the fragments of the yelling as the police burst through the door, at the same time telling me to get on the floor with my hands over my head.

“It’s not.  They know they’ve got the wrong man, which is why I’m here.  There is the issue of what had been described as excessive force, and the fact you were shot had made it an all-round embarrassment for them.”

“Then why are you here?  Shouldn’t they be here apologizing?”

“That is why you have another visitor.  I only took precedence because I insisted I speak with you first.  I have come, basically to ask you for a favour.  This situation has afforded us with an opportunity.  We would like you to sign the official document which basically indemnifies them against any legal proceedings.”

Curious.  What sort of opportunity was he talking about?  Was this a matter than could get difficult and I could be charged by the Italian Government, even if I wasn’t guilty, or was it one of those hush hush type deals, you do this for us, we’ll help you out with that.  “What sort of opportunity?”

“We want to get our hands on Jacob Westerbury as much as they do.  They’ve made a mistake, and we’d like to use that to get custody of him if or when he is arrested in this country.  I’m sure you would also like this man brought into custody as soon as possible so you will stop being confused with him.  I can only imagine what it was like to be arrested in the manner you were.  And I would not blame you if you wanted to get some compensation for what they’ve done.  But.  There are bigger issues in play here, and you would be doing this for your country.”

I wondered what would happen if I didn’t agree to his proposal.  I had to ask, “What if I don’t?”

His expression didn’t change.  “I’m sure you are a sensible man Mr Pargeter, who is more than willing to help his country whenever he can.  They have agreed to take care of all your hospital expenses, and refund the cost of the Conference, and travel.  I’m sure I could also get them to pay for a few days at Capri, or Sorrento if you like, before you go home.  What do you say?”

There was only one thing I could say.  Wasn’t it treason if you went against your country’s wishes?

“I’m not an unreasonable man, Alex.  Go do your deal, and I’ll sign the papers.”

“Good man.”

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After Alex left, the doctor came back to announce the arrival of a woman, by the way she had announced herself, the publicity officer from the Italian police. When she came into the room, she was not dressed in a uniform.

The doctor left after giving a brief report to the civilian at the door. I understood the gist of it, “The patient has recovered excellently and the wounds are healing as expected. There is no cause for concern.”

That was a relief.

While the doctor was speaking to the civilian, I speculated on who she might be. She was young, not more than thirty, conservatively dressed so an official of some kind, but not necessarily with the police. Did they have prosecutors? I was unfamiliar with the Italian legal system.

She had long wavy black hair and the sort of sultry looks of an Italian movie star, and her presence made me more curious than fearful though I couldn’t say why.

The woman then spoke to the guard, and he reluctantly got up and left the room, closing the door behind him.
She checked the door, and then came back towards me, standing at the end of the bed. Now alone, she said, “A few questions before we begin.” Her English was only slightly accented. “Your name is Jack Pargeter?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“You are in Rome to attend the Travel Agents Conference at the Hilton Hotel?”

“Yes.”

“You attended a preconference introduction on the evening of the 25th, after arriving from London at approximately 4:25 pm.”

“About that time, yes. I know it was about five when the bus came to collect me, and several others, to take us to the hotel.”

She smiled. It was then I noticed she was reading from a small notepad.

“It was ten past five to be precise. The driver had been held up in traffic. We have a number of witnesses who saw you on the plane, on the bus, at the hotel, and with the aid of closed circuit TV we have established you are not the criminal Jacob Westerbury.”

She put her note book back in her bag and then said, “My name is Vicenza Andretti and I am with the prosecutor’s office. I am here to formally apologize for the situation that can only be described as a case of mistaken identity. I assure you it is not the habit of our police officers to shoot people unless they have a very strong reason for doing so. I understand that in the confusion of the arrest one of our officers accidentally discharged his weapon. We are undergoing a very thorough investigation into the circumstances of this event.”

I was not sure why, but between the time I had spoken to the embassy official and now, something about letting them off so easily was bugging me. I could see why they had sent her. It would be difficult to be angry or annoyed with her.

But I was annoyed.

“Do you often send a whole squad of trigger happy riot police to arrest a single man?” It came out harsher than I intended.

“My men believed they were dealing with a dangerous criminal.”

“Do I look like a dangerous criminal?” And then I realized if it was mistaken identity, the answer would be yes.

She saw the look on my face, and said quietly, “I think you know the answer to that question, Mr. Pargeter.”

“Well, it was overkill.”

“As I said, we are very sorry for the circumstances you now find yourself in. You must understand that we honestly believed we were dealing with an armed and dangerous murderer, and we were acting within our mandate. My department will cover your medical expenses, and any other amounts for the inconvenience this has caused you. I believe you were attending a conference at your hotel. I am very sorry but given the medical circumstances you have, you will have to remain here for a few more days.”

“I guess, then, I should thank you for not killing me.”

Her expression told me that was not the best thing I could have said in the circumstances.

“I mean, I should thank you for the hospital and the care. But a question or two of my own. May I?”

She nodded.

“Did you catch this Jacob Westerbury character?”

“No. In the confusion created by your arrest he escaped. Once we realized we had made a mistake and reviewed the close circuit TV, we tracked him leaving by a rear exit.”

“Are you sure it was one of your men who shot me?”

I watched as her expression changed, to one of surprise.

“You don’t think it was one of my men?”

“Oddly enough no. But don’t ask me why.”

“It is very interesting that you should say that, because in our initial investigation, it appeared none of our officer’s weapons had been discharged. A forensic investigation into the bullet tells us it was one that is used in our weapons, but…”

I could see their dilemma.

“Have you any enemies that would want to shoot you Mr Pargeter?”

That was absurd because I had no enemies, at least none that I knew of, much less anyone who would want me dead.

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Then it is strange, and will perhaps remain a mystery. I will let you know if anything more is revealed in our investigation.”

She took an envelope out of her briefcase and opened it, pulling out several sheets of paper.

I knew what it was. A verbal apology was one thing, but a signed waiver would cover them legally. They had sent a pretty girl to charm me. Perhaps using anyone else it would not have worked. There was potential for a huge litigation payout here, and someone more ruthless would jump at the chance of making a few million out of the Italian Government.

“We need a signature on this document,” she said.

“Absolving you of any wrong doing?”

“I have apologized. We will take whatever measures are required for your comfort after this event. We are accepting responsibility for our actions, and are being reasonable.”

They were. I took the pen from her and signed the documents.

“You couldn’t add dinner with you on that list of benefits?” No harm in asking.

“I am unfortunately unavailable.”

I smiled. “It wasn’t a request for a date, just dinner. You can tell me about Rome, as only a resident can. Please.”

She looked me up and down, searching for the ulterior motive. When she couldn’t find one, she said, “We shall see once the hospital discharges you in a few days.”

“Then I’ll pencil you in?”

She looked at me quizzically. “What is this pencil me in?”

“It’s an English colloquialism. It means maybe. As when you write something in pencil, it is easy to erase it.”

A momentary frown, then recognition and a smile. “I shall remember that. Thank-you for your time and co-operation Mr. Pargeter. Good morning.”

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© Charles Heath 2015-2021

The cinema of my dreams – I always wanted to see the planets – Episode 43

Back on the alien vessel

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The ‘ooh’ from Nancy was unmistakable the moment we rematerialized in the alien’s ship’s bridge.  It could be one of those awe-inspiring moments, had it not been for the circumstances.

The second time on the bridge, I realized that it was a little more sparse than it had been before, with a wall of control panels missing, along with a panel that stretched across the front of the Captain’s chair, but with no crew members present.

It was now a blank space.  The whole space could have been a large empty room with windows overlooking empty space, except in the distance, our two ships.  Beyond that, there seemed to be a thin streak of light, or colored lights, flickering.  At a guess they might be a long, long, long way away, but whether it was in the direction we had come, or where we were going, or somewhere else, I couldn’t tell.

On the other side of the bridge, the female alien was still holding the Russian Captain, some sort of weapon at his throat.

I was still feeling the tingling sensation that was the effect after re-materialization.  The first time it was disorientating, I was prepared this time.

I was also not sure what to expect, now that it was clear the aliens were not what they portrayed themselves to be.  Of course, it was naive of me to expect that others in the galaxy would be better than us.

“An explanation of what this is really about might go a long way towards preventing tragic consequences.”  I thought I’d throw out the opening gambit.

“Agreed.  I had hoped the problem could have been resolved before your arrival.  As you might be aware, we have the ability to transport our people, and I had hoped to recover the missing citizens that were taken by this,” he pointed to the Russian, “captains ship.”

“They asked for asylum, we did not take them.”

Another piece of the puzzle, the female must be one of the Aliens crew, and had beamed aboard, taken the captain hostage, and demanded the release of the citizens.

Question: why hadn’t he simply beamed them back?

To the Alien, “Is this true?”

“Semantics “

Note:  this alien had a very good grasp of the nuances of the English language.

“Semantics or not, if you know anything about earth culture, it’s that we look after those who need help, and if people come to us asking for asylum, we generally give it.  You will also be aware that those who ask for asylum generally are in fear of their lives.  The question is, why would these people ask for asylum.”

“The people aboard that ship are criminals who were serving their sentences in one of our remote facilities.  Your captain apparently came across this remote facility and assisted in setting the criminals free.  When we sent a ship to apprehend them, they were taken aboard the earth ship and it attempted to leave.  We were going to stop the earth vessel from leaving when your ship appeared, and it seemed prudent not to display hostility.  There was also the possibility you were working together.”

“We are not, as you are now aware.  Nor would I be willing to interfere with your internal matters, except that it involves another of our ships, one I didn’t know about, which only complicates matters.

Why do you have the captain.”

“He refused to set the prisoners.”

“If you could beam your operative and the captain here, why not just beam the criminals too.”

“They are currently protected in a special part of the captain’s ship that does not allow us to bring them back.  They obviously told him what our capabilities are.”

Criminals, if they were criminals, seeking asylum.  If it was me, I would be happy for someone else to take away the criminal element and make it someone else’s problem.  The unfortunate truth in our world is that criminals didn’t go to jail anymore, they were shipped off to remote mining planets where they spent the rest of their days working in very harsh conditions.  Over time it had proved to be a very good deterrent, so much so, that off plant mining operations now had to pay large sums of money to get people to work there.

“Number One.”

“Sir?”

“Find the so-called criminals the captain has stowed on his vessel and ask them what their side of the story is.  Quick as you can.”

“Yes, sir.”

I looked over to the Russian Captain.  “You might want to tell your second in command to make things easier for my crew.”

A look from me to the alien, and back, time to consider my request, then gave the order.

“On my way, sir.”

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© Charles Heath 2021-2022

“Trouble in Store” – Short stories my way:  More on the policewoman

I’ve been looking at the role of the policewoman, and her interaction with the shop’s participants.

I’m still working on whether she needs more or less of an introduction, but, for the time being, this is what I’m going with:

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It had been another long day at the office for Officer Margaret O’Donnell, or, out in the streets, coping with people who either didn’t know or didn’t care about the law.

People who couldn’t cross the road where there were crossings and lights to protect them, silly girls shoplifting on a dare, and boys who thought they were men and could walk on water.

The one they scraped of the road would never get to grow up, and his mother, well, she was not doing another call on a family to give them the bad news.

That was her day.

So far.

At the end of the day, she was glad to be getting home, putting her feet up, and forgetting about everything until the next morning when it would start all over again.

Coming around that last corner, the home stretch she called it, she was directly opposite the corner shop, usually closed at this hour of the night.  It was not.  The lights were still on.

She looked at her watch and saw it was ten minutes to midnight, and long past closing time.  She looked through the window, but from the other side of the road, she could only see three heads and little else.

Damn, she thought, I’m going to have to check it out. 

She was aware of the rumors, from her co-residents and also her colleagues down at the station, rumors she hoped were not true.

© Charles Heath 2016-2020

A photograph from the inspirational bin – 59

What story does it inspire?

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There’s nothing like a mass of ice to start thinking about the Titanic.

Come to think of it, there are so many sayings that use the Titanic as an expression of disaster, it’s impossible to imagine that an icescape could be a thing of beauty.

Of course, being stuck on the ice is probably the worst thing that could happen to you.

Firstly, if you were to fall overboard on a cruise in icy water you probably wouldn’t have much time before you froze to death.

If you were flying over the ice and the plane came down, and if you are that lucky you survived the plane crash, being exposed to the cold outside without adequate clothing will have the same effect.

If you decide that doing a stint as a scientist at one of the Antarctica scientific stations is something you would consider, perhaps a little practice in icy conditions and freezing cold would be required.

We visited the replica of the Mawson hut that was on Antarctica, when we were in Hobart last year, and it was interesting. Although rather primitive, it had a recording of the sounds of the wind and snow in the background and that would have driven me nuts after a day.

And yet, it must be interesting working down there.

Story wise though, Alistair McLean wrote the definitive story, Ice Station Zebra, one I suggest you read.

365 Days of writing, 2026 – My Second Story 11

More about my second novel

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Today, we’re back in Vienna, with Zoe planning their escape. We’re off to the railway station and catching the train. Unfortunately, Worthington is able to track them and knows exactly where they are and where to direct his hit squad.

And you guessed it, mayhem is about to erupt in the station. But, as Zoe knows all too well, chaos can be her best friend, and they escape.

Sebastian knows something is afoot with Worthington because all of a sudden, he has disappeared.

That’s good for Sebastian in one sense; he can go ahead with the interrogations of Isobel and Rupert in his quest to find out where John and, ultimately, Zoe are.

But the thing is, they are disinclined to be helpful in any way, shape or form, and Isobel, in particular, tells him to bring on the torturers.

Weird, maybe, but Sebastian knows she’s probably getting a kick out of it.

Searching for locations: Toowoomba Flower Festival, Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia

The Toowoomba Carnival of Flowers is held in September, and generally runs for ten days at the end of the month.

We visited the Laurel Bank Park, where there are beds of many colourful flowers,

open spaces,

statues,

an area set aside for not only tulips but a model windmill

and quite a number of hedge sculptures

There was also the opportunity to go on a morning or afternoon garden tour which visited a number of private gardens of residences in Toowoomba.

What I learned about writing – Dealing with reviews and criticism

Probably one of the biggest hurdles in writing is criticism

It comes in many forms, from subtle to downright nasty.  The point is that every writer gets criticism. It’s simply a matter of how you handle it.

As for me…

I take every comment, good or bad, as an impetus to write better.

Just remember one very important adage, what I call my Rule No. 1, you can’t please all of the people all of the time.

If you are like me, you write most of your stories under a particular genre and read and study best-selling authors’ methods and writing style, then draft and redraft to ensure that the stories meet readers’ requirements.

That’s my Rule No. 2: always make sure you a) study best-selling authors of your genre style and themes and b) read readers’ comments on your genre because that’s who you’re writing for.

Something else to remember: every writer, including those best-selling authors who have written multiple books, gets bad reviews and sometimes acerbic criticism.

Replying to them is not recommended. Take their views on board and spend a few moments trying to try and see what their issue is. 

Then go and read a dozen of your five-star reviews just to remind yourself that all is well, and there is always room for improvement.