Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
For a variety of reasons my literary output has diminished of late; as a consequence of this tardiness my mental health has tumbled like a latter-day Humpty Dumpty. With the art of penmanship acting as my goto anti-depressant, it's proved a foolish self-care strategy if ever there was one! As a result, from today I've... Continue Reading →
Four years ago yesterday a life episode played out which, although shaking my being to the very core, became a positive catalyst for significant life changes on my part. Transformations which have enhanced my life immeasurably; subsequently, augmenting my self-worth and esteem. Let me point out this life event, the suffering of a heart attack,... Continue Reading →
Last Wednesday on a chilled and misty North Yorkshire evening, four days before the birthday celebrated globally by millions, a baby girl was born to my son Jonathon and his wife Jenny,. The arrival's inaugural appearance providing the greatest possible Christmas gift to both parents and their respective broods. A euphoric episode catapulting GJ Strachan... Continue Reading →
It’s 18th December and the festive ambience in my apartment intensifies apace. To be honest, though, how could GJ Strachan not be flushed with yuletide ardour after the greeting of ‘Bollocks’ from behind door 18 of my Tourettes advent calendar? Augmenting yuletide spirit further, the unmistakable redolence of mulled wine, a bowl of satsumas, and... Continue Reading →
Due to inadvertently leaving my laptop at partner Sarah's home on Ossett's outskirts, I'm journaling this literary piece on a cheap tablet procured in July for me and my amour's Majorcan summer trip. A purchase made to mitigate against my Macbook receiving a sun factor 20 cream coating while penning poolside. Despite this device affording... Continue Reading →
I wrote a significant amount of the attached narrative last week as a tribute to a pooch with who I'd forged a strong bond since arriving into my life on his mother's shirttails around a year ago. Due to an amalgam of time restraints, other more pressing issues and author uncertainty around the prose, I've... Continue Reading →
It played out one year ago..... 12 months...... 365 days..... Events ensuring, irrespective of future occurrences on that date, 3rd October will remain indelibly tainted within the family as being the calendar juncture of my mums passing. The familial matriarch's protracted 2021 demise playing out in an Ossett care home; the final dark proceedings witnessed... Continue Reading →
This effort littéraire is my first creative offering since the 12th September. A prose paucity consequential of several life episodes, rendering free time at my laptop of a premium. Amongst the culprits causing this dearth of written dialect were a couple of short breaks, along with a multitude of tasks borne from moving home a... Continue Reading →
I've a topic request for today's blog. Well, that's not strictly true as it was the style of writing, not the actual subject matter within the paragraphs, which I was asked to alter for this post. The request coming from my Ossett squeeze Sarah's youngest daughter Katelan who, during a literary critique of my penmanship,... Continue Reading →