There is something about reading. Lots of us do it here on wordpress, it’s what has brought us together, and I tried to put into words exactly what it is that I love for Perdiz Magazine last week.
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The Beast.
I once tried to write a book when I was twelve. It remains unfinished, banished to the depths of my parent’s garage for the mice to contend with, so I have decided to try again.
Tennessee.
Today I am to take my cue from the first word on page 29 of the nearest book, and write a letter inspired by this word. So to Tennessee Williams’ A Streetcar Named Desire I turn, and to the word ‘Chance’. Tennessee. Dear Chance, I saw you lying there, dumped amidst a pile of […]
Day 58.
In a bid to collate my chaotic collection of loose pages I have invested my pretty pennies in a journal of the leather bound kind. One day soon these loose thoughts will have transmogrified into something bookshelf worthy. And what publisher could possibly resist a manuscript written entirely in pink ink? #100happydays #day58
Day 34.
It might look like a chaotic compound of pencilled words on paper, but this is the evolving progress of something possibly great, hopefully entertaining and so help me satan just a touch decipherable. I dare not put a percentage on what possible progress is sprawled on this floor, but it’s more substantial than my pessimistic […]