• Weeknotes - S03E33 - Still On A Roll


    Second seven-day writing week in a row - apparently, I’m turning into Stephen King! I completely disagree with his view that you have to write every day to be a “proper” writer, but I’ll go along with my brain’s enthusiasm if that’s what it actually wants to do!

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  • A New Medium For Creativity

    A few weeks ago, I was talking to Dave one evening and said something that made him laugh a lot. Out of the blue, he said, “We’re really funny. We should do a podcast.” I don’t think he was being serious, but the idea took root in my brain and just would not let go.

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  • Weeknotes - S03E32 - Back To A Daily Habit


    Another week where I wasn’t planning on doing much writing, but I ended up doing at least something every day, so my brain is obviously firing on all cylinders!

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  • Weeknotes - S03E31 - More Creative Than Expected



    Still feeling more enthused about writing than I expected. Still enjoying getting back to new short pieces after all the time spent on both novels.

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  • Flamingo

    “Is it dead?”

    “I can’t tell from here.  Why don’t you go and give it a poke?”

    “Eww!  No, you do it!”

    “You’re the one who wants to know if it’s dead.”

    “I wonder how it got here.”

    “I don’t know.  Flew?”

    “Don’t be ridiculous.”

    “It looks kind of sad, just lying there like that.”

    “Do you think it belongs to somebody?”

    “Must do.  It didn’t just materialise out of thin air.”

    “But it’s not the sort of thing you just leave lying around.  I mean, you’re not going to drop something like that without noticing.”

    “But nobody’s taking any notice of it now.”

    “Except us.”

    “Well, yes, except us.”

    “What should we do?”

    “What can we do?  If you’re not prepared to get any closer, there aren’t many options.  I guess we could throw something at it from here.”

    “Like what?  A brick?  What are you thinking of?”

    “It hasn’t moved the whole time we’ve been standing here.  It doesn’t look good, I’m afraid.”

    “Well, we can’t just leave it lying there like that.”

    “Why not?  It’s nothing to do with us.  Why should we care if it’s alive or dead?”

    “I don’t know.  I just thought maybe we ought to do something.  You know, to help.”

    “How?  We could chuck it some money, I suppose.”

    “What would a thing like that do with money?

    “I don’t know.  We haven’t got any food.”

    “Maybe it needs a place to stay.”

    “I’m not taking it home with us.”

    “I think I just saw it move!”

    “What?  No, you didn’t!  You’re imagining things.”

    “No, I swear.  Look, it did it again.  Its foot twitched.  I’m not kidding!”

    “You’re right.  I saw it that time.”

    “It’s rolling over.  It’s looking this way!”

    “What should we do?”



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  • The Owl

    An eagle eye

    Surveys my heart

    Noting the changes since it awoke

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