Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning, on unceremoniously dragged myself from my pit, yours truly resolved to uphold yesterday's promise in the blog A Splinter of Ice. Notions where I spoke of upping my journalist game; this decision taken in order to grow as a writer - Subsequently creating more upmarket, intelligent prose. My aspiration to veer from my... Continue Reading →
According to weather forecasters (and I've no reason to disbelieve them), West Yorkshire is preparing itself for a couple of blustery days. These meteorological soothsayers indicating mild zephyrs, currently gently swaying a large buddleja in my back garden, will shortly progress into a force capable of blowing your hat into the next village. Footnote -... Continue Reading →
After the consternation borne from anticipation of and experiencing yesterday's meteorological mayhem, today I've woken to blue skies and almost breezeless serenity..... And no, I've not flown to Tenerife to get away from that god forsaken storm. I'd suggest flying around the UK's airspace on Sunday would've been akin to spending hours in a giant... Continue Reading →
This week I commenced re-writing a tome I originally penned in spring 2010. Having read the opening chapter for the first time in years, it was clear if this work was ever going to get past the dust gathering stage these 360+ pages would have to be extensively re-vamped. Despite containing light-hearted, moving and poignant ideas, it was apparent to me the... Continue Reading →
O’night dream, connotation concealed Taunting soul wi’ secret elucidation Norn man regressed to childhood forefathers domain Loft hiding clandestine past Water tank, Pandora’s Box Norn man reticent to unlatch O’night dream, connotation concealed Recurring visit to furrowed playing fields of youth Like a spectre, Norn man adorns all white Only ghosting though is beyond... Continue Reading →
I’ve been told by experienced bloggers that when confronted by writers block it's good practise to disclose to readers your story away from the quill. The theory being, by providing ten things they don’t know about you, your readership attain a greater insight into the author with a view to potentially build a stronger bond between both entities. Obviously, some caution needs to be applied when... Continue Reading →
In recent weeks I’ve been attempting to lose weight and up my fitness levels. The main driver behind this lifestyle choice being concerns over recent feelings of slovenliness and lethargy. I was also prompted into action after being labelled a ‘right lard arse’ by a rotund woman of our parish. As an actress/singer with a less than a svelte figure... Continue Reading →