Poems & short stories

I want to say something

I want to say something I’ve got so much on my mind But these thoughts don’t have the words to speak that do not sound like lies They sound like my delusions Like confusion with life itself Aloud they sound like I have fallen off my lucid shelf But I do not think that decent […]

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Poems & short stories

I know you actually saw me

I know you actually saw me, we caught each other’s gaze I even heard you as you passed me muttering out my name You looked a little sullen beneath that veneer so good You looked like life is rough and strife and for you, m’dear, it should But then maybe I’m mistaken, I didn’t see […]

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Writing

A writer & tea — a solution to wasted effort

I need to get more clear glass mugs. I need to get rid of the porcelain ones and just stick to clear glass mugs. This is because I finish my cup of tea, carry on writing, and then I fancy a sip of tea and it’s empty! I only find out when I pick it […]

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Death, Writing

Describing grief — very hard

Grief is very hard describe. My main character in Kill The Killer (So I Did) is bereaved and his grief doesn’t flow onto the page easily. And so it shouldn’t. Just because Julian’s grief is fictional it doesn’t make it any less important, any less consuming, any less personal. It is just as real as […]

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Writing

Distract from distraction

It helps, when you write, if you (well) write. For some reason investigating the turbulent history of cat memes doesn’t write a story — I don’t know why, it’s just true. It’s also true that singing and dancing doesn’t write a story, no matter the tune — again, I’ve no idea why, it’s just the truth. […]

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Writing

I’m a dictation master

Maths saying yo Bob’s doing what the use of Martha pass the worker say trees Siri please Siri Exactly what I dictated… If you can’t tell it’s a bit of Let’s Do It (Let’s Fall In Love). I was practicing dictating so I can get the words all typed up (sort of) as I’m writing […]

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Mental wellbeing, Writing

Perseverance for coherence

It helps, when you write, if you persevere until you’re clear. When what you write doesn’t make sense, when the very thought of words knots your stomach because you can’t get them from your head, don’t give up even if it feels like your best option. Keep going, keep writing, even if the blank page taunts you […]

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Writing

Follow your timeline

It helps, when you write, if you follow your timeline. You’ve got your story where this and that happens at certain times on particular days, and you’ve got to get there so you fill in with background and pertinent details, and it just helps if you know how much time you need to explain away. I realised […]

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Writing

A writer’s New Year in March

For the sake of getting a scene right, it was New Year last night in my house — Auld Lang Syne on repeat for hours and I still don’t know the bloody words. I even celebrated at midnight, popped streamers, a clinked Earl Grey with my reflection. All this to kill the character on the very […]

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Writing

The excuse of a writer

Like every good writer when I set my mind to a task I see it through to the end. Unfortunately, it isn’t the book but the post manual is coming along great! It’ll soon be finished, though, so I’m in the looking for a new excuse — dread the thought I actually finish my story.

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Writing

Sleepy writer

Stuck on a new bit now, I got passed that last bit — it’s the very last bit now, like the beginning of the ending, the near to be done! So close. Damn it. So sleepy. But I want to finish! I don’t want to go to bed, but I must! I’ve got work in the […]

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Writing

Cluttered writer

I’ve been writing and rewriting the same bit for the last two days — I know what I want to say but I don’t like how I’m saying it. Damn words. Damn thoughts. Damn writer here needs to go for a walk.

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Poems & short stories

Duncan stepped outside

Something rustled — a trash bag rustled but what made it rustle was unknown. A cat maybe, or a fox, a rat — it could’ve been any one of a number of things, some more plausible than others. Like aliens. It could’ve been a pre-invasion scout gathering intel on our race by rifling through our […]

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Mental wellbeing, Poems & short stories

I’m sure to cheer

In time I trust — In its stumble and rush, In its rhythm and peal, Its passage — To heal. And in life I’ve faith — In its beauty and weight, In its echo and blend, Its wisdom — To mend. For with these I’m sure — With memories and more, With spirits and fear, […]

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Mental wellbeing, Poems & short stories

Unpleasant guests

When the rain falls to ground — Fills puddles that hide their depths — I am soaked and half-drowned, Shivering and out of breath. When the sun tries to shine — Tries to pierce through woollen clouds — I stumble around blind, Tired of this itchy shroud. When the air pants gently — The wind barely on […]

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Happy birthday, Poems & short stories

Have a happy birthday!

How does it feel to be officially old? You’re more ancient than dinosaurs or so I’ve been told — I’ve heard you could be more than a billon years, And yes you do look like you’ve lived all those years. You’re haggard and twisted and gnarled and grey — You’re wrinkles could be canals through […]

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Mental wellbeing, Poems & short stories

Oh weary me

When in memories of darkness all I see is oh weary me Resting on the misery, Just look at me: Tired — fatigued — you’ve got it, exhausted. The air is heavy and I am weak. When above the memories in brightness all I see is oh weary me Chilling on the misery, Just look […]

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Mental wellbeing, Poems & short stories

Time to shine

There was something unknowing — Something foreboding And forbidding in bed with me at night. There was something frustrated — Something fixated And slated ablaze within my mind. There was something ceaseless — Something speechless And fearless thinking I was its child. There was something precious — Something spacious And gracious awaiting its time to shine.

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Mental wellbeing, Poems & short stories

Old me / New me

Old me New me Much learned — Dissatisfied. Much aged — Frustrated. Old me lay quivering on the ground — Tired. So very tired — Cold. So very cold — Gone. Much wizened — Unknown. Much aged — Unspoken. New me rose quivering from the ground — Glad. So very Glad — Here. So very here — […]

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