Another week has rolled into the distance and here we are at Week 237.
My home town has now over 150 empty shops, that is very sad.
Off the top of my head, I can think of at least twenty pubs that aren’t here anymore and that is even sadder.
I miss all the pubs and one shop. ‘Drawrite’, was a stationers.
Not so much when I was young and looking for bits and bobs for school (I was a Woolworth’s man) but later on in life, I used to get any supplies from Drawrite. I understand why it shut as it cost me a fucking fortune.
I could spend ages in the shop, looking at the beautiful pens that I couldn’t afford, picking up paper, type-writer ribbon, note-books, pencils and small bottles of enamel. I had a very small room in my old house where I drew cartoons and painted them in enamels. I was never able to draw off the cuff but I could copy.
I had drawings of Garfield, The Vultures, Pink Panther, Scooby Doo, King Louise and Beau Peep the legionnaire. They were all OK for folks to see but I also had; Psycho Derek, The Slags, A basqued lady and God having a wank. I spent many hours on them.
When we were trying to sell the house, I couldn’t bring myself to paint over them. It was hysterical seeing the potential buyers reaction.
I feel sad thinking about Drawrite and even sadder when I think on that house. (I am inconsolable about the pubs!)
It was there that I did most of my writing and those were the days when I also had hope and dreams that this would be the one. It’s weird thinking on that hope as it was also balanced with a steady influx of refusal and I wonder when was the time that I thought ‘Fuck it – This isn’t going to happen!
That’s a sad day in any writers career (Hah! That word is a laugh but you know what I mean.) You then either rebel, spit out the dummy and smash your computer or you realise that you love what you are doing and continue to write just for the pure fun of it.
I wasn’t sure so I have a tip before you do anything rash. Get absolutely plastered for three days straight. Have a breakfast of kidneys, tomatoes and eggs, that gives you a cracking lining in your stomach to then start on the Guinness. You get pished for that day as well and then you will have clarity when you wake the next morning. You’ll realise that you’re too fucked up to break your computer so you’ll decide after many tears and another hair of the dog that you are starting to get pished again and you would rather sit and listen to ‘The Cocteau Twins’ than make any decisions. If you count this as a loop and do this until you forget that giving up hope is annoying you, you will be fine! This is also an excellent plan for deciding whether to call your kid Buckfast or not and whether to off-load your parents to ‘Die-Alone-And-Smelly Nursing Home’.
You can then sit and enjoy typing again. Although it is a bit difficult as your hand tremors will be impossible to control. This also works for those acclimatising themselves to the first shakes of Parkinsons.
OK, onto this weeks stories.
We had two old friends and three new writers for your reading pleasure.
Our topics this week include; nudity, loss, incompetence, a coffee friend and a flood.
As always our initial comments follow.
First up was the very talented Mr Adam Kluger, he started us off with ‘The Birds‘
‘This did make me chuckle.’
‘In one image, to lift a story into something completely unexpected that made you smile, and by doing it in such an unrelated but related tangent was brilliant.’
‘Wonderful images of days gone by and it is finished with a bloke in his shreddies!’
On Tuesday we had Tom Sheehan. Tom’s stories have been a staple over the past few weeks and they will be for a few weeks to come – So all good there.
‘Flesh Of An Unwanted Fish‘ was next up.
‘The loss of his wife and the loss of the purity in the river was well done.’
‘The character was very well drawn.’
‘A gentle, sad sort of a read.’
Our next three writers are all new to the site.
We welcome them all, hope they continue to send us their work and that they have fun on the site.
First of our newbies was JC Weir with their story ‘Ooame‘.
‘You just hope that the old couple survive.’
‘I loved the tone and pace of this.’
‘There’s a lesson to be learnt from their outlook.’
On Thursday, it was Sam Pothecarry’s turn to impress.
‘The Caste Of The Executioner‘ was next up.
‘The voice was consistent throughout.’
‘I liked the idea of him being shunned in life and ridiculed in death.’
‘I do love a bit of gore.’
And we finished off on Friday with ‘Sisters From Another Mister.’
Jill Malleck’s story completed the week.
‘This had a rhythm to it and the ending was well done.’
‘Very well put together.’
‘Jill did a great job of explaining the thinking around a ‘specific pal.’
Well that’s us for another week.
The usual reminders guys.
Please keep the comments coming.
And have a go at the Sunday Re-Run. Pick an older story, write a spiel or an introduction, throw a couple of questions in for the writer and we will publish exactly what you have written.
Well I am going to go shopping in Ayr High Street. It really does have a wonderful selection of retail outlets as long as you want to peruse things at a pound, buy a shop, do your bit for charity or pawn your Granny for a washing machine. (It’s better that than paying for it on the Never-Never!)