Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
During a quiet period yesterday, I pondered what'd constitute a good topic for a new writing project, along with what pen name I'd utilise should I wish to afford myself author anonymity. After deliberation, yours truly decided it might be fun to employ the pen name Goose Gingrich for my newly spawned idea of a... Continue Reading →
As written about previously in the narrative My 2020 Vision, I plan to cut back on the number of blogs I pen for a short period in order to concentrate on re-writing a 370+ page draft tome initially written in spring of 2010. This a fictional emotional support team who bear the title of BEST (Birtdale... Continue Reading →
Tongue in cheek autobiographical blurb I incorporated on the back cover of a selection of my self-published books.........
My wife is currently deep in conversation with a friend on the telephone, mainly appraising her about a fictional book she'd just finished. I hope her friend isn't overly fussed about reading this tome as Karen has just talked her through it's 'unexpected' ending. Evidently, this conclusion involved a homicidal chef being murdered and eaten by his spouse. As alluded to, my other half Karen wasn't expecting this finale despite it's less than cryptic... Continue Reading →
In my newly acquired role of dissenter against the mainstream, I often cock a snook at the world and push existential boundaries to their limits with acts of wanton recklessness. Yesterday this growing list of daring doo was augmented after I fearlessly cooked a couple of batches of homemade soup. This novel role of dissenter pays poorly, but the hours are good... Continue Reading →
After a pain free car journey in rush hour traffic on the Leeds inner ring road, followed by breakfast muffin sustenance in the Bexley Wing Costa coffee, I'm now invigorated and ready for the day ahead. Getting out of bed for Karen’s early appointment with her oncologist required some effort today. In fact, it took... Continue Reading →
“When I first said I wanted to be a comedian, everybody laughed....... They're not laughing now.” So mused the late, great British comedian Bob Monkhouse. I thought of this joke as I rolled out of bed this morning. I was still half asleep and shortly to trip over the boxer shorts I’d carelessly discarded the previous evening.... Continue Reading →