Tag: writer

• Can I Retire?

  At my gym* there are a whole load of elderly people…how many exactly I’m not sure – but if I was to estimate I’d say approximately three nursing home’s worth. They’re all quite nice and friendly; I nod – they nod, that sort of thing…or perhaps they say something and I reply with a middle…

  July 7, 2015

  Musings

• The Struggling Artist (USA)

  USA – Atlanta, Georgia ~2010 As a kid I could sit at the kitchen table for hours and hours drawing – whether it was superheroes, monsters or my teachers – my imagination was my own limit, and I did it all on reams of cheap copier paper (my Dad “knew a guy”)…unfortunately this passion was…

  June 14, 2015

  Comedy Capers

• Tricky Decisions

  There are often tough decisions we have to make in life – some of them are major heart-wrenching numbers, you know; should I move abroad to look for work? Should I go back to school? Do I really need extra cheese on this XL pizza?  But occasionally these choices demand an instant response, and can’t…

  March 10, 2015

  Comedy Capers

• Lost Marbles

  I think I may have just lost my marbles…not literally obviously – I mean I don’t even own marbles in the first place, so it would be impossible to literally lose them. Also I’m quite careful with things, especially with particularly precious items – and I’m guessing they must be pretty fucking special marbles if…

  January 24, 2015

  Musings

• I Will NaNoWriMo No-Mo

  WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Well mission accomplished ladies, and gentlemen! Kinda. The novel is nowhere near finished, and is an absolute train-wreck of a narrative…but I reached 50,000 words, so technically I have won NaNoWriMo.  My work in progress, named: Delusions of Grandeur, follows the daily life, thoughts, and ravings, of an average middle-aged man, who is seeking something more in a…

  November 30, 2014

  Musings

• “Delusions of Grandeur” *(Excerpt II)*

  This is a short passage from my work in progress, Nanowrimo novel. In the excerpt Eric is struggling to sleep, and finds himself suddenly fascinated with the world around him, both real…and imaginary… The curtains flutter and clap against the window sill, making me aware of the trespassing evening wind. It brushes against my face, gently caressing…

  November 15, 2014

  Musings

• A Writer’s Life

  A writer lives a solitary, and often lonely existence…often they have to juggle such  raw emotions, always taking on the heavy thoughts, and feelings that are expressed in their characters. This can be a heavy burden to hold on to…but there is no release. Instead a writer must push on…finding only short bursts of happiness…

  October 30, 2014

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