The “Place” Experiment Part 2

The second place in my experiment πŸ™‚

Location: One of the piers at Chatham.
Time: 11am
Date: Monday 12th March

I listened to the seagulls sqwarking (sp? Lol) overhead and watched the small group of swans on the edge of the mud banks stretching their wings. They eyed the passing tug boat with suspicion. In the distance, the silent cranes rise up through the mist, waiting for the next cargo ship to arrive. There’s an eeriness to this place. I could imagine sitting here, developing the plot for an intricate thriller. A body, washed up on the mud, it’s bare white limbs a stark contrast against all the shades of grey. The whole area seems frozen in time. It could be 2012 or 1912, I don’t think the scene would have changed. Embedded in the mud, an old shopping trolley, the only trace of modern life. I was intrigued by the wreck of a small fishing boat, it’s mast and a small part of its hull poking out through the mud. I wonder what happened to it. Did it set adrift on a stormy night? Or a more sinister explanation. Regardless of the reasons it’s fated to stay embedded, a reminder to all of the dangers of the river and mud banks.

WOW….. This was a great place to write πŸ™‚ I’m not sure it would have the same eery feeling on a warm summers day, so I’m really glad i went when it was misty. It was freezing though, so I didn’t stay long. Definitely inspiring, not for a romance, but if I was writing something that needed lots of atmosphere, this is the place to come…. I will be returning πŸ™‚


I managed to get both of the prompts done yesterday. The one about the voices in the night prompted the start of a sorry tale about an overweight woman who’s husband leaves her. My hubby gave me that idea as he said about food calling you from the fridge in the night he he he πŸ˜‰ The one about a ceremony was fun (as I expected), I now have the start of a story where a woman is attending the wedding of her ex, the one that got away if you know what I mean πŸ˜‰

I spent yesterday afternoon editing and rewriting a couple of stories, and then submitted them for comps. So my “out there’s” now stand at 17 *squeals* Today, I’ll be trying to make that 20 πŸ˜‰

24 thoughts on “The “Place” Experiment Part 2

  1. Good morning my love. Well written, I felt like I was there with you :o). The “out there’s” are getting freaky lol, go girl xxx


  2. wow 17 story’s out there, your mind must be a run with ideas and thoughts – I don’t think I would even know where to start. Love the analysis of yesterdays location. Looking forward to finding out where you went today.


    • Lol, dunno about that Sam πŸ˜‰ I do my daily prompts, so, when you think I’ve been doing it since the first of January….I have TONS of stuff lol

      Thanks hon πŸ™‚ Not going anywhere today….I have 2 little men doing my garden lol

      I want to do an afternoon place and an evening place, so I’ll see what I can fit in before the end of the week πŸ˜‰



  3. Wow, great job! I LOVE that picture–I could see it in a magazine. 17 entries out in the world?? You’re so prolific! Wonderful inspiration for me. πŸ˜€


  4. Ooh, that’s right opposite our old flat! I wandered down there a few times. Great place for clearing the mind so I imagine it would definitely be wonderful for creativity too!


  5. I haven’t been to Chatham in a long, long time, and not likely to soon either with living in the states. I imagine it is a cool place to sit and write / soak up the atmosphere a little.


  6. I don’t mind eerie images. They make for the most interesting stories, especially beginnings, I think. I like the images, especially of the fishing boat. It makes wonder what happened to it and its crew. Could it be a mystery?


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