Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
As I put pen to paper, there's a royal wedding playing out on the goggle box in the far corner of casa Strachan's modest living room. The Duke of York's youngest daughter Princess Eugenie and a chap called Jack, who both Mrs Strachan's senior and junior opined "Seems a lovely lad!", the soon to be... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I wrote of a fictional eponymous character I’d been developing for a yet unwritten yarn with a working title of Hilda Chinwag. A gossip laden harridan, Miss Chinwag revels in her self-appointed role of peoples champion in the picturesque village of Ainsley Scragg. Her daily remit is to right wrongs, as well as concealing herself in villager’s refrigerators with a... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, a family friend asked me the creative process I undertake when structuring a fictional character on random literary journeys. They also enquired what time Boots the Chemist shut at Colton Retail Park on a Friday. I was able to answer the first question but, as I'm not a chuffing retail park opening time directory, I told them... Continue Reading →