Back to the Well

Back when i first learned to write my skill was in poetry. But apart from a few small experiences i always felt that i was preaching to the converted. I would knock out stuff like this – Tidy room, tidy life. Tidy room, empty room. Empty room, empty life. For little purpose other than to

Thus far…

Well ok, thus far pretty underwhelming i have to admit. Although this is more down to my inability to pimp my various friends lists and blow my own horn rather than anything else. Sit on my couch and ill happily tell you how awesome i am. But that skill doesn’t transfer online, harder to add

First Timer

Well i did it…. And i have to say thus far using Kindle Direct Publishing is a doddle. Really just a few minutes clicking and done. I mean ok that doesn’t include the time writing it or editing it or just plain leafing through it and tweaking it or for that matter the time spent

Oh What Have I Done

I got an email today informing me that my business plan has been accepted by the NEA. This means a bunch of things, firstly it means ill get a small grant for the first few months of my business, which is handy given how this all affects my various benefits. It also means i now

Got a Logo!

Bless Jade. Any effort id have made would have been abysmal.

A Change of Pace.

I thought id take a break from my commune memories. After id done a few of them it gave me back the taste for writing. I went over some of my old stuff and realised my voice had changed. A bit of an issue when it came to my most worked on piece. So i

Positively Ancient Stuff

Im gonna bung up three of my older pieces in one, its the middle section of my ‘Commune Run’. Im doing them in a bunch cos i dont rate them, but i wrote them so here you go. Uninvited Guests The various rooms in the commune had their own little bit of character, but what

More Old Stuff

This is from my ‘Commune Memories’ set, i think its the only one thats also a self contained story. But thats probably because its a story ive told many times as its one of my Dad tales that sticks out. And unlike the time he and my uncle Mark dangled me over a banister by

Old Stuff…

A long time ago i started randomly writing down my memories of early childhood. It struck me at the time that i had an almost unique upbringing and as the years went by my memories of it were fading so i bunged some of it down. Since i did this my writing has drastically improved,

Water

So im a bit naff and havent been as regular as perhaps i should be. That being the case when i havent an original thought ill recycle bits and bats id written previously. Ill start with this one cos, well… I like it. Ive been thinking about my Dad a lot recently. No real reason