As I scribe today’s literary offering, gazing aimlessly through slightly ajar French doors it’s thought provoking to witness the juxtaposition provided by prevailing heavy rain. This late spring deluge yours truly’s current land and soundscape while impatiently awaiting inspiration for today’s topic. On one hand, unless you’re a farmer or living with long standing drought…
Tag: fictional
Ernie Wordsworth’s Sad Fate
Ashes from last night’s chiminea fire stare back at me as I commence today’s descriptif quotidien. Hopefully that snippet of info paints the landscape I’m scribing this prose from a rattan pew at the top of my back garden. Although saying that, as I doubt you know the location my aforementioned fire pit, or indeed…
Witnessing Euphoria
Yesterday evening, in between writing an absurd ‘True or False’ round in preparation for tonights Zoom quiz with buddies, I watched two Sky Arts recordings of live concerts by multi million album selling bands. Both musical bonanzas performed by British groups in two historic and cosmopolitan European capital cities. Incidentally, this isn’t a riddle, I’m…
They Don’t Write Themselves
One of the sternest challenges when writing a daily blog is unearthing a narrative’s subject matter. Consequently, it’s not unusual for me to spend part of my morning staring at a blank laptop page, gracelessly slurping on a cuppa until experiencing the aforementioned topic ‘light bulb’ moment – A notion which I’ll only adopt if…
Back On The Horse
After a few months sabbatical from bi-weekly Zoom quiz nights with buddies from Gateshead, yesterday evening it was good to remount that inquisitorial challenge horse. Yours truly’s reasons for a hiatus not borne from diminished brio from previous attendance at these fun-filled clambakes. Moreover, GJ Strachan’s dark mood consequential of prevailing familial events during the…
Rhyme But No Reason
Friday morning retail hordes provide the bustling sight while I gaze below from a mezzanine in situ cafe. The first floor coffee house whose title rhymes with Hosta a frequent penning post for GJ Strachan. An outpost where cognitive inspiration joins caffeination leading to a brew of wonderful epiphanies, mediocre notions and a fair share…
Goose Gingrich’s Gottle of Geer
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…
Desperately Seeking Kudos
My mum’s dementia induced episodes continue apace. Not that I should be overly surprised by that cognitive landscape – After all, this mentally degenerative disease will only further rob her of analytical wherewithal; the question is merely how quickly the condition worsens. It’s not as though this life ruining cur will one day get bored…
Lavender
A fragrant redolence of lavender accompanies me while penning today’s literary output in Mally’s Bar (the garden patio area I’ve named after my late father) . Its source, you’ll be unamazed to learn, a lavender bush situated around two feet to my left. This pleasant bouquet soon to be enhanced further by six (soon to…