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Thanks for checking out this week’s issue of HARRISON KITTERIDGE WRITES!
This week’s theme is “Comeuppance”.
Plenty of terrific stories hinge on a villain getting their just due. Revenge stories are immensely popular and work well because provide clear motive for a protagonist bent on seeing those who’ve harmed her punished. I haven’t watched KILL BILL in a while. I think I’ll run it down and tee it up. Or maybe THE REVENANT. What’s your favourite revenge film?
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
- Writers on Writing
- “Becoming” (A Very Short Short Story)
- Writing Prompt
- Blog Post shared from @theagletmag
- “Impostor’s Dawn” (A One Line Story)
- Excerpt from “Sherlock Holmes and the Adventure of the Paper Journal”
- Weekly Bit of Cheer
For a long time I didn’t realise all the strange thoughts I had were the seeds to stories. Now that I’ve made a habit of producing consistently, I keep stumbling over bits and pieces of new characters and storylines. I’ve got a few projects on back burners and even more ideas percolating. It’s making it difficult to focus on the work I’ve committed to getting done first. Interest waxes and wanes, and there always seems to be something new and shiny to look at and dissect. Creativity really is a gift and a curse, and sometimes it seems like the gods are playing games with us – overwhelming us with ideas or keeping them just out of reach. Nevertheless, I welcome the clutter I’m sorting through. It’s better than the paralysis of being blocked.
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BECOMING (a very short short story)
We become the thing we loathe. It had taken me a long time to discover that – a lifetime. I’d hated my father while he was alive. Taking sides against him with my mother hid how much I hated her as well. That came in adulthood, and I embraced it with a fervid, unyielding grasp that was beyond the strength of any child. -
I have a hard heart. Like Pharaoh’s. It began calcifying early and was stone by the time I’d left high school.
I’d sworn I’d never be like my parents. Yet here I am, lying in my hospital bed alone. Dying. My older boy had come to say goodbye because he knew it would look bad if he didn’t. The younger one refused to make the trip. All that recrimination, bitterness and hatred. I’d carried it in my blood and passed it along to them in the womb. I’d poisoned them.
I wish I’d found a way simply not to care. Perhaps that would have been easier on them.
“Everyone knew” about Weinstein’s predatory behaviour. Young actresses were warned not to be alone with him, and his contract with his production company specifically stated that he couldn’t be fired for sexual harassment as long as he paid out pre-determined amounts to his victims. Everyone knew. That’s the line that’s being trotted out now. So, if everyone knew, why weren’t women who’d actually spoken up believed? Because it was bad for business. And that’s what determines who gets targeted. As glad as I am to see Weinstein meet his Waterloo, I know that it has nothing to do with getting justice for all the women he’s abused over the years. He’s the one that’s bad for business now. Making the rest of his piggish compatriots bad for business is the next step.