Reborn. A poem
I don’t normally write poetry. But I woke up early, as I always do, thinking about what to put in my blog, and this came to me. Continue reading Reborn. A poem
Category: Writing
Writing. Some basics. Use ‘em or lose ‘em.
I’ve been writing for a short while. Obviously, I am now an expert and need to share my accrued wisdom with the world. Yes, that was a joke. Continue reading Writing. Some basics. Use ‘em or lose ‘em.
Waving, not drowning. Just watch out for the sharks…
I’ve started my novel. I’ve written unfinished novels in the past, but my intention with this one is to actually write an entire book. Maybe I’ll toss it in the trash at that point, but I have to write it, anyway. Continue reading Waving, not drowning. Just watch out for the sharks…
Rush Lozenge, Spaaaaaaaaaaaace Ranger…Ranger…ranger…ranger…
Here’s some dialogue I wrote for Uni. It’s not meant to be serious, and wasn’t included in any of my assignments, so it’s okay for me to include it here. Enjoy! Or not. Continue reading Rush Lozenge, Spaaaaaaaaaaaace Ranger…Ranger…ranger…ranger…
Rest, Recuperation and the Art of Camouflage
It’s been three days since my last workout. I’m lying on the lounge, checking Twitter. Alpha Girl enters and does a double-take. “Hey,” she says. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing 500 push ups or something, by now?”
“I’m having a week off,” I reply.
“So, you’re resting your arm?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
“Good. It’s about time you used your brain for something other than being stupid, or upset with yourself. Are you intending to lie around all week?” Continue reading Rest, Recuperation and the Art of Camouflage
Free-Wrench. A book review.
Free-Wrench is a swashbuckling, steampunk fantasy set in a world of islands, where airships are the primary form of travel between them. The island of Caldera is isolated, by choice, from the rest of the world. Nita is a “free-wrench”, one who works the steam power plants in Caldera’s volcano. Continue reading Free-Wrench. A book review.
Blog Addiction – it’s a real medical condition…
I started this blog to force me to write every day. So far, so good. Originally, I said I’d be the only person reading it, and didn’t care if anyone else did. After all, it was cathartic, a way of getting issues off my chest. But I guess lately I’ve gotten caught up in whether people are actually reading what I’m writing. Continue reading Blog Addiction – it’s a real medical condition…
Man of Steel – Superman for a pragmatic generation
I watched Man of Steel the other day, the underrated and divisive Zack Snyder film that reintroduced Superman on film and was the start of the celluloid DC Comics movie universe (known as the DCEU). Continue reading Man of Steel – Superman for a pragmatic generation
The Music of Hope
I’ve been playing guitar for around 25 years, and not long ago I gave my original old Aria acoustic to a friend and updated to a Takemine. It sounds wonderful and I’ve written about twenty songs on it since I got it. Continue reading The Music of Hope
Proud to be a Bookworm (or Books Make My World Go Around)
I am an avid reader. I read about 50-60 books a year – novels, Uni textbooks, short stories, autobiographies, histories; all sorts of stuff. I also love graphic novels. Continue reading Proud to be a Bookworm (or Books Make My World Go Around)
Finding Disney (or, feeding the beast with two ears)
I remember a time when Disney was home to saccharine kid’s movies and animated classics. I remember a time when I used to watch the Wonderful World of Disney on Sunday night, replaying their catalogue of old movies in two parts, once a week. There weren’t that many Disney products around at the time, aside from a glut of lunchboxes, books and viewmasters (those 3D viewer thingies with the round picture wheels – remember them? Probably not). Disney was just a struggling movie company with some interesting theme parks. Continue reading Finding Disney (or, feeding the beast with two ears)
The Ballad of Long Term Systemic Gym Junkie Injuries
I’m just finishing my fifth set of weighted pull ups – that’s where you hang a 20 kilograms barbell from your belt and do correct form pull ups from a suspended chin up bar – when Alpha Girl enters and stands with her arms crossed. “You sweat a lot,” she says. “And do you have to grunt so loudly?” Continue reading The Ballad of Long Term Systemic Gym Junkie Injuries
The Muso Who Said: No More! Or was it no, more…
I have been a serious musician for about 25 years or so. I play guitar, drums, bass, keyboards and sing. I write my own music and have made seven albums. (And, yes, I’m a bit of a control freak when it comes to my music – so, sue me.) I have very broad musical tastes; I like metal, punk, jazz, pop, funk, rap, classical, and opera, to name a few styles. But in all my time as a serious muso, I have never, ever admitted to liking the music of Taylor Swift. Continue reading The Muso Who Said: No More! Or was it no, more…
The Last Chocolate Cowboy
Chocolate! I’m not a huge chocolate eater, but when I have some I like to take my time to enjoy it. Of course, I share with others because it’s the right thing to do. But deep down, there’s that niggling selfishness to keep it all to myself, so I can stuff my face silly.
Continue reading The Last Chocolate Cowboy
Angry Birds – or “I’m on a good thing here…”
I visited one of my good mates the other day (whom I shall refer to as ‘Pastor Guy’, or PG, for short), and was greeted by his wife (forever more to be known as ‘Master Artiste’, or MA), who was engaged in conversation with a fuming man (whom I will refer to as ‘Angry Bird’). Continue reading Angry Birds – or “I’m on a good thing here…”
