Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Confronted with a topic prompt of 'colour' for this literary piece, two different storylines sprung to mind. Those options, waxing lyrical about newly sprung colour from spring’s dawning, or, alternately, relaying tales of the colourful language frequently utilised by my Ossett beau Sarah. After a period of contemplation, I decided that although daffs, crocuses and... Continue Reading →
Perched in a south Leeds café, it has been a productive morning writing wise; culminating in me completing a 1,000-word submission for a writing group while. The topic prompt of ‘colour’ stirring my creative juices, subsequently, spawning an endearing yarn about my partner’s colourful language. I may share this pastiche of old potty mouth’s scattergun... Continue Reading →
After abandoning a novel project whose storyline was not flowing as desired, I recently wrote about sitting at a writing crossroads. My decision to postpone the work taken despite spending hundreds of hours constructing the piece. As revealed in the last narrative, a decision which has not left me overly downhearted. After all, I am... Continue Reading →
Due to an ever-growing indifference towards the project, I recently packed in writing a fictional story surrounding the escapades of an emotional support team. GJ Strachan’s lack of enthusiasm borne from realisation he was turning the prose into nothing more than a series of aimless sketches. Subsequently, robbing the story of a believable protagonist and... Continue Reading →
Sunday evening was spent at the Glasshouse International Music Centre, Gateshead. My brother Ian the partner in crime on this soiree evoking musical childhood memories Our mission, which we happily chose to accept before the tape recording self-destructed five seconds later, attending a prog rock performance by Richard Wakeman (RW) of Perivale manor, Middlesex… Admittedly,... Continue Reading →
I am plagued by jawbone discomfort as I pen this narrative. A self-inflicted facial injury, the consequence of my long-term habit of grinding the mandible (lower bone) against the skull joint. As the act of grating the jaw makes me gurn, it's a tick I thankfully only carry out in the privacy of my own... Continue Reading →
After failing asleep in the middle of inter-tooth cleaning yesterday evening, this morning I awoke with an interspace dental brush prodding into my belly button. Understandably, my initial sentiments on discovering the cause of this abdominal irritation were relief I'd not nodded off with the brush still in my mouth. Such a scenario presenting a... Continue Reading →
The prompt for this morning’s writing workshop was ‘ray’. A prompt manifesting initial notions of the song Do-Ray-Me from musical The Sound of Music; or at least it did until research showed it is spelt Do-Re-Mi. Upon learning the correct spelling of the song title, I was confronted by the conundrum of whether to go... Continue Reading →
I’m back on the road when writing today’s blog. Incidentally, when alluding to ‘writing on the road’ yours truly means penning this missive away from my apartment. Clearly, am not referring to creating this prose at the wheel of my moving car, or that I am sitting in the fast lane of the M1 motorway... Continue Reading →