Feeling the funk emanate we shuffled and boogied. Like zombies of the nights on Broadway- arms thrusting moving to the beat. Not knowing where we were going strutting with the love train, and surviving like Donna Summer we had been trapped in this nightlife limbo of lasers and smoke machines.
It had been a hard day’s night and John, Paul, George, and Ringo had all been working like dogs. They were, of course, aging dogs now, Macca and Ringo were well over sixty-four.
Outside pack rear. Favourite place. Whistle blows. Black jammer takes lead. Double pip, the pack moves on.
So, the other day I was nominated for the 2019 Liebster award. I’d never actually heard of that award before, but I still felt honoured. I’ve only started embracing blogging… Read More »Liebster Award 2019 Nomination
Her footsteps crunching through crisp autumn leaves beat in time to the thud of her heart and the rasp of her breath. The rhythm grew pace as she corned the outer rim of the dusk soaked forest. She had left leaving too late, and now panic was in for the night.
Today’s challenge comes from my wife, Chrissie, and it’s a bit different to the other prompts I’ve had…She’s asked me to write her an apology (for drunkenly keeping her awake… Read More »Day 9 – 30 Day Writing Challenge
Three thirty, on the dot. He sits. No paper. No dog. No pipe. He just sits.
I have a cloudy memory but I’ve always been drowning in cotton candy words. I tried to put my finger on what I needed to say, only to end up adrift, or worse; shooting the messenger. Nothing was ever shipshape and Bristol fashion, and so often I would beat a dead horse.
This is an excerpt from a theatre piece that I wrote a few years ago. I am hoping to get this into production with a new theatre company later in the year. You can read more from the same piece here. ACT 1 The stage is dark. A casket or box towards the rear of… Read More »Pied
‘Fifty percent of all books have more words than Brave New World and fifty percent have less. It is a very good book’
So I guess I’m on a precipice. I like that. A big goddamn word. Like plateau. How do you like that fanciness?
Today’s challenge comes from Chris Hewitt who challenged me to write about what my dog Pablo was thinking. My wife and I got Pablo about eight weeks ago. He came… Read More »DAY 2 – 30 Day Writing Challenge
Each wave crashed a beat matching the throbbing pulse that he would seek to cease. Each ebb taking away nothing, and leaving him with burden.
The world record for most words read per minute was set by Stephen Berg and stands at twenty-five thousand words per minute.
Write fast. Make mistakes. Spell your words however they come out
