Here we are at Week 199
Next week will be our four year anniversary but more on that next week.
I wrote some stories this week. Well I wrote two and tidied one that had been lying about for a while and I hadn’t got round to editing it.
I do sometimes miss just concentrating on stories but to be truthful I don’t have much inspiration these days and even less concentration.
I wondered why and that is what gave me an idea for this posting. (Regarding inspiration. The other, whatever it was is just me getting older!)
I suppose writing is like being a young adult. Everything is new and you experience life with a wee bit of awe. There is the potential of opportunity. You are immortal. You are focused on how you want your life to pan out.
Then you get older. And fuck all works out the way that you wanted it.
You begin to realise:
Beer never tastes as good as when it was illegal.
Work has become a chore and not an ambition.
Sex has no mystery.
You know what a punch in the face feels like.
New tastes happen very infrequently.
You only want to go backwards with music as very little newer stuff gets you excited.
Movies are continually re-hashed.
It’s hard to get that mystery, that topic to explore with some gusto when you’ve been ground down to the dust from dust.
I think that is when we move on and start writing about death. It’s all we fucking have to look forward to!
I’ve been writing about death for a while. I think it all began around my sixth birthday. I was such a happy child. (‘Wee Jimmy The Decomposing Corpse, Does, Says And Feels Nothing’ was one of my particular favourites, but then my work got depressing.)
But no matter what they write, anyone who picks up a pen is always looking for that idea that has never been done before. We would bargain our soul for that. We strive for the meaningful line and would sell out just to be quoted in one of those philosopher sayings type books that sit in dentist waiting rooms. It’s great to quote some smart arse after you have had a molar ripped from your jaw bone. Although doing it with a Novocaine induced speech impediment somewhat takes away the effect.
I have thought on this long and hard and the ideas that I have in progress will probably never get off the ground. So far I have:
‘Jimmy Saville A Misunderstood Saint.’
‘Abraham Lincoln’s Vertigo Suffering Dandruff.’
‘The Bible In Porn’
‘Scotland’s Love Of Thatcher’
‘The Talented Bieber’
‘Using Children As Spare-Parts.’
‘The Truth Of The Catholic Church.’
‘Space – Who Gives A Fuck?’
‘His Well Worn Knee Pads – A Choirboys Story.’
‘Scatting – Pure Romance.’
There are a couple that could work, maybe I should submit??
We have still plenty of enthusiasm from our writers and this week we had another new author.
Subjects include; a child tormentor, a collection, selection, levitation and a pet.
First up on Monday we had Mark Joseph Kevlock with his second story for us, ‘The Tall Man.’
‘Pretty scary to be honest.’
‘Great tone, there are a few levels to this.’
‘This could be left up to the reader.’
David W. Landrum was our new author of the week. We welcome him and hope he has a long association with us.
‘Grendel’s Pouch‘ was next up on Tuesday.
‘The MC was very strong and interesting.’
‘This was a story with layers of meaning.’
‘Believable atmosphere and well constructed.’
I really do think we need to use the medium of dance for the next author as we have completely run out of accolades for him.
The legend that is Tom Sheehan broke the back of the week with ‘Rags‘
‘Intricate writing and singular word choices.’
‘We are left to think on the relationship between the husband and wife.’
‘Just typically Tom!’
Roger Ley continues to add to his ever growing back catalogue.
‘Five Years‘ was published on Thursday.
‘This really won me over.’
‘I enjoyed the simplicity of the story. Too many Science Fiction pieces over explain.’
‘This was all about the reveal.’
And we finished off on Friday with Arthur Davis’s short, ‘Christine-Ann Corbin.’
‘What a weird wee story.’
‘I have to say this really did amuse me.’
‘I love the suggestions but no real answers.’
That’s us for another week.
Three other things happened over the last seven days.
It was bonfire night, it was my nephew Rikki’s birthday and the anniversary of when I began officially working. Thinking on those thirty-five sodding, depressing, bastarding years nearly had me tanning the booze we got for him and throwing myself on a bonfire, not so much like Fawkes, more like some sort of ‘Cron Of Arc!’
And our usual reminder:
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