Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
The low winter sun and icy conditions necessitated a cautious drive to East Ardsley this morning. Regardless of the copious amounts of grit on main roads and highways, with temperatures outside hovering around zero centigrade, heedfulness was the watchword. Yours truly's venture 10 miles south-west was to taxi the old lady to her long-suffering hairdresser. An unfortunate crimper who has the unenviable task of styling mater's... Continue Reading →
As well as feeding off the therapeutic qualities of offloading my epiphanies, I try use these daily narratives as a diary. A literary journal of this current existential rollercoaster ride; an unwanted journey that I sometimes wish I'd failed the height restriction meaning I'd have been stopped from climbing aboard. To be clear, I don't expect never to have things go wrong... Continue Reading →
Until recently, I've been reticent to dip my toe into the previously unknown waters of writing poetry. There are many reasons I've avoided venturing along this literary avenue, mainly a personal disinterest in poetry, manifesting self-doubt into the structuring of content. Another driver behind my previous aversion to composing sonnets was, to some extent, I subscribe to the comment overheard in... Continue Reading →
Remaining sanguine has been a challenge since my wife Karen’s diagnosis of metastatic breast cancer in 2010. Where The Rainbow Ends – “I Regret To Tell You…” In the absence of a possible cure, she describes herself as a ticking timebomb. I perhaps wouldn’t utilise that particularly descriptive, however, I suppose it adequately reflects the uncertainty surrounding... Continue Reading →