And we are now at Week 295!
I’d like to pass on a ‘conversation’ between me and Diane this week.
Continue reading “Week 295 – Shit Job Titles, Shit Jobs And Dick’s Career Was On The Up.”And we are now at Week 295!
I’d like to pass on a ‘conversation’ between me and Diane this week.
Continue reading “Week 295 – Shit Job Titles, Shit Jobs And Dick’s Career Was On The Up.”The Literally Stories UK Anthology celebrates its fifth birthday this year and I think it’s high time that the persons who put such hard work into bringing it about come forward and take a bow. It is still available as an e-book (I am lucky enough to have bought a print copy), and since it was developed to aid the Book Bus and literacy, all persons who purchase a copy stand a much better chance at Heaven than those who have not.
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – The Anthology – Week 294”Here we are at Week 293.
I was wondering what constitutes a large amount of writers? What numbers are we talking about?
That made me curious to see if there is a collective noun. I couldn’t find any. I think I’ll use ‘A Scepticism Of Writers’
Continue reading “Week 293 – A What Of Writers, Freeing Motivations And Fucking In Scotland”This is one of those weeks where I haven’t a clue what I’m going to write about.
Talk amongst yourself if you’d prefer!!
I could sing a wee song…
‘A piston thrust
A moment shared’
Definitely not!! (I’ll come back to that)
Well we’re now at week 291.
As we say here, ‘The nichts are fair drawin’ in’.
Which is simply translated as, ‘It’s getting darker earlier and that means that winter is just around the corner.’
Some submissions have given me the inspiration for this posting.
It won’t be long until our 300th post.
Any of you who have been reading those anniversary ones will know that we normally have a section on memorable lines. This year will be no different.
(Diane, I’m sure you are bored into distraction by my predictable childishness!!)
Well here we are at Week 288.
On last weeks post, I promised Diane that I would cut the title down to four words.
I, being a total nipple end had a look at the longest word in the English language and I found it to be the chemical name for a Super Protein called Titin at around one hundred and ninety thousand letters. What a piece of nonsense, surely there has to be an alternative, could I suggest we just use Titin. Who the fuck would give up the three hours of their life that would be needed to say it?
Well here we are at Week 287.
I had a look at the historical events of this week.
I see that Major Boaby Ross set fire to Washington. That wasn’t very nice and was a bit hypercritical. The British are still burning effigies of Mr Fawkes for trying to do the same sort of thing just over two hundred years earlier.
Here we are at Week 286
The year is fair flying in.
We sometimes say to submitters to try relevant sites if their work is specialised, or if it is a genre that we don’t publish. But the one thing we don’t do is give out suggestions to where someone could place their work.
To be truthful I don’t think either myself or Diane have much knowledge of any other fiction websites.
And here we are at Week 285.
It’s interesting reading some of the introductions that we receive in the initial emails.
Before I moan too much, at least these folks do acknowledge that we are out there.
I’m not saying that anyone exaggerates but some of the plaudits some of our unsuccessful submitters have are extraordinary.