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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Mental wellbeing, Poems & short stories

This unexplainable me

There’s a vacuum here beside me — it’s a hungry empty space — Nothing seems to fill it and it won’t just go away. This room I find so crowded — it’s a hive for lots of things — I know I’ve seen an exit but I don’t recall the way. I hear the clock […]

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Poems & short stories

Listen up, kid

Listen up, kid. You’re just starting out — the path’s uneven and the going’s a slog — But you’re in this for the long haul. You’ll have to wing it to win it, and dive and jive and stumble and swerve — But you’ll make it, I promise. I’ll show you the ropes. Run now, […]

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Poems & short stories

You have the love I need

Sauntering through space with a graceful roll, a small rocky icy ball roughly two miles across, maybe more or less, it had never been measured, moved at a lazy couple of hundred thousand miles an hour — it was going so slowly that all the other comets would’ve mocked it had they seen it but […]

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Poems & short stories

Together

Well, here he sat with his head in his hands and wondering what the hell he should do. His wife was dead. Beryl lay prone at his feet, her eyes glazed looking up at him, her lips smiling — taunting him! He despised her lifeless, open eyes; they were hollow and judgemental, accusing him of […]

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Poems & short stories

Deaths docile sea

Rot will our corpses — It’s our one guarantee! And our souls shall wade into Deaths docile sea; And we’ll leave them behind us — These folks we adore — And we’ll glance back and see them, All stood on the shore. We’ll stand in warm water That’ll lap at our knees — Behind us […]

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Writing

Writing is work

By heck, and don’t you know it’s work. When the words refuse to flow, day upon day, you feel like throwing yourself off the nearest bridge. You don’t, you know by the time you hit the ground you will have thought of the perfect sentence, but the temptation is certainly there.

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Poems & short stories

EXCLUSIVE: The neighbourhood squealer, revealed!

The Garden Gate Committee triumph again! Weeks of disturbance are finally over but some think the GGC are hiding the truth. Since mid-October the residents of our homely Southsea street have found their nights disturbed by a high-pitched sort of scream-moaning sound bleeding through the sleepy peace. “If you haven’t heard it,” Mr & Mrs Owens of 72 said in […]

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Writing

Progress – how should it be measured?

UPDATE – The Frienemy Review Word count, achievement, or sanity? If it didn’t feel so awkward I would pat myself on the back for a little longer – 5 months in and I’m 36,000 words done! That’s over halfway through in word count. In tale, well – nearly. We’re still teetering but we’ll soon totter. […]

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Writing

So, this is what writing means to me:

Simply, it is everything… It might sound like a cliché, but sometimes I feel lost if I’ve not written for any extended amount of time, and I can turn quite wretched to be around if I’m missing my writing, or if my writing isn’t going as well as I would like. Sometimes I worry about my […]

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Writing

English – A curse of rules & expectations?

Aren’t rules there to be broken? Silent letters everywhere – don’t punctuate before a pronoun – skip the third letter when the adjective is a noun dressed in sheep’s clothing… Okay, I’m just making the above up (mostly), and I’m sure there are people out there who’ll be able to tell me the ‘who’, ‘why’, and ‘what-for’ concerning the complications […]

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Mental wellbeing, Poems & short stories

Face me

Face me and look at me. Look deep into my eyes and see who I really am, who I really can be, the power written in my soul. Face me and speak to me. Speak with words so full of wisdom. Throw them at me, if you wish. Test me to see if I cry at the […]

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Writing

Frienemy – the synopsis

Correction, the nightmare Oh my goodness gracious me – my oh my – I’d thought writing the book was hard! I’d thought all those hours – those years – of writing, fighting, arguing, crying, laughing, loving, and rocking myself to sleep at night, were the measure of true persistence! I’d thought once the book was written […]

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Writing

Writer writing – if the keyboard’s a’clacking

Enter at your own risk! No writer can be held responsible for what might happen to the unsuspecting should they disturb the often fickle flow of words – it’s like Russian roulette but without the gun and bullet, ‘though it can prove just as dangerous… So you’ve knocked – maybe you’re a brave rogue and just […]

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Mental wellbeing, Poems & short stories

May you

May you grow from this to be righteous, May you grow to be courageous, proud and strong. May you amble through the darkness, And live life with delight and song. May you also love the life you lead, May you jest and scream and play. May you watch with eyes that do not cry, But […]

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Writing

My 9 tips to help get your book written, maybe

During my time writing Frienemy I discovered some vital things that I really think I should’ve known before I first put finger to keyboard all those many, many moons ago, but isn’t that the glory of hindsight? Such a wonderful isle… So in the spirit of goodwill, and since I love to talk, I thought I’d […]

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Mental wellbeing, Poems & short stories

The isle of hindsight

This here isle called Hindsight dazzles — it gleams when it catches the light — it is especially splendid at morning and it is especially majestic at night. Pillared by a mountain impressive — so high clouds conceal its peak — Hindsight is snowcapped and heavenly, with thick trees and soft sands of silk. Surrounded by crystal-blue water, caressed by its […]

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