Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
On Christmas Day I was fortunate to have the opportunity to liberate quite a few gifts from their wrapping paper incarceration. Trinkets which made me grateful I've such thoughtful family and friends. Bestowals whose number were heavily stacked by redolently scented cosmetic creams and sprays; circumstances sowing seeds of doubt in my erratic mind I'd... Continue Reading →
This morning, upon my arrival at the breakfast table, my mother announced forecasters were predicting imminent adverse meteorological conditions in the north of England. Exposure to snow, high winds and risk of polar bear attack just some of the unpleasantness apparently heading the way of us northerners. I'm assuming her source was a qualified weather... Continue Reading →
Lately, I've regularly been accompanied with a background narration from an audio book. A literary entertainment medium which I've found solves the erratic concentration levels I experience when physically reading a hardback or paperback tome. Predominantly streamed while I'm driving, this method of audio delivery fuels seedling aspirations I've held for a few months of... Continue Reading →
Today sees my last day on the North Yorkshire break hastily instigated a week ago in a bid to escape the relentless stress consequential of living at my mum's abode. Anxiety levels heightened by our increasingly fraught relationship, which'd reached a plateau where yours truly genuinely feared, if unaddressed, I'd undergo another heart attack. That... Continue Reading →
It's Sunday morning and I've taken temporary residence in my new 'go to' writing domain; Costa coffee at the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC), Leeds. A caffeine infused environment which provides me with inspiration, an Americano with milk, along with a less distracting background noise than home - Casa Strachan, where my paragraphs are frequently... Continue Reading →
I treat these narratives as a sort of diary. The existential journal of a random middle aged northern man’s ups and downs. Capricious meanderings based on truth, but given a light hearted fictional spin to ameliorate days which in all reality are predominantly pretty drab. Ordinarily, I attempt to avoid my diary becoming the type containing the sentimental... Continue Reading →
This is the first narrative I've had the opportunity to pen for a few days. The hours ordinarily spend getting my daily literary fix instead taken up preparing for readings I've committed to perform next week in Bedfordshire. Consequently, as opposed to writing a blog on Wednesday and Thursday, yours truly spent several hours editing... Continue Reading →
The post flight back jet lag following my return from Toronto, early Friday morning, has kicked in big style. Today's plateau of fatigue evoking memories of the tiredness I experienced when working nightshifts in my 20's/30's. I truly hated working the week of nights rostered into numerous rotating shift patterns endured while working three decades... Continue Reading →
The final week of my Canadian odyssey has coincided with this vast and beautiful nations Thanksgiving. A time when it's populous give thanks for a plentiful Fall harvest, gratitude at living in this beautiful country, along with honouring unofficial king William Shatner. As an Englishman I'm unsure if I'm allowed to take part in these... Continue Reading →