If I was to believe the stereotypes on TV I’d be very jealous of the Americans. You see, most times I have watched anything from a Comedy to a Thriller, most Americans are portrayed as hard working folks who strive to be the best at their work and are never happiest until they are happy at work.
Continue reading “Week 441-Egg Mayonnaise To Mourn To, Mary’s Flying Baby And I Loved His Wee Trike.”
Believe it or not, throughout my postings I try and add a wee bit of writing content within. It may even be tips for submission / acceptance / rejection but there is normally something there.
For this one, which may seem a bit self-indulgent, I want to explore the things we won’t write. (Or in my case talk about, that is why I’m writing this!)
Continue reading “Week 439 – Sorry For The Self-Indulgence, Sorry Again And Back To More Hate And Fanging Next Time!”
Before I begin, I need to thank Leila for taking on my turn last week – I’ll come to the reason why in a moment.
I wonder what the difference is between me (Or those of my age / those who think the same) and some / most of those fledgling writers?
When I was first accepted on a site, I delved in and had a look. I was curious to see what and who they published. I wanted to read the stories of others and if there were any comments, I especially wanted to seek out those folks works especially.
It was a privilege that I was proud to be part of and I wanted to familiarise myself with as much as I could.
Continue reading “Week 427 – Having A Swatch, As You Can See, I’m Shit At Text Speak And Dirty Minds Rule!”
We had someone this week who stated that since we had refused a submission, they reckoned that, in their experience, we would not accept any of their work.
Continue reading “Week 434 – Thirty For Dave, A Wee White Card You Put A Stamp On And Tony Christie.”
Another week bites the dust and we find ourselves at posting number 432.
This is being published the day after my birthday but I am writing it the day before as there is no point in typing it the day of my birthday. I’d miss all the keys and spill my malt onto the keyboard.
Continue reading “Week 432 – Plod With No Shoulders, Removed Nipples And Bloater Is Too Close.”
We’ve been really busy this week.
I reckon we had close to sixty submissions and most of them were at the back end of the week.
We’re more or less caught up, maybe with a few stragglers.
It’s been good. But it always seems to happen when we have someone on holiday, and in my case, trying to get two rooms ready for the decorator coming tomorrow!
It’s been fun though – Well not the wallpaper stripping. I’m not the smallest of people and have two arthritic knees so trying to squeeze behind a cooker ain’t much fun.
Continue reading “Week 430 – Dear Food Balancing The Books, Mick Bloor / Mason Yates And *’I Smell A Watering Hole’”
There is no way that I’ll be watching the TV today. Nope! My Amazon music list will be playing all day. I have over three hundred songs on it, so that should see me through.
There’ll be no newspapers read by me until at least next Monday.
What I’m trying to say is that the celebrations do not apply to me and I’d rather chew off a testicle than pander to the sycophantic hoorah for the paedos’ brother.
Continue reading “Week 427 – A Sir For Starters, No Bunting On My House And No Matter How Many Times That Dirge Is Changed, It Will Always Be Pure Shite. (A FUCKING HUNDRED MILLION QUID – ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?)”
Another week to be rounded up.
We are now at number 426.
Let’s start with a question.
If you submit your work to a site/publisher /whoever, would you rather that they were drunk whilst reading?
If I threw in a ‘You would be guaranteed an acceptance’, would that change your answer?
And if I throw in a further, you’d receive a payment, does that make any difference?
Let’s find out those with principles and the other sensible folks!!
Continue reading “Week 426 -Protective Sports-Wear For Those Who Need It, Erika The Legend And An Eye-Witness Account.”
I decided to clear out my desk today. There is a problem as I have so many notes scribbled down for whatever reasons. At the time of writing them, I thought that they were the beginnings of some of the greatest ideas in the world, now that I look at them I think, ‘What the fuck was I on?’ I will type out the shite that I’m looking at:
‘Tuna and seaweed (All eaten)’ – I haven’t a fucking clue what was going on there!!!
Continue reading “Week 424 – Post-it’s, 100 Fucking Million (Watch this space) And Let’s Give Mr Kluger A Nod To One Over The Forty Nine!”
Here we are at Week 422. I was thinking on doing a fashion section but reading this back and looking in the mirror, I needn’t bother!!
Clothes have always conspired against me.
Continue reading “Week 422 – Flairs Had Flair, Delicious But Itchy And I Forgot About Dr Jones!”
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