Category Archives: writing

Android in Spain

  You called me, I came Studio in Tenerife, inbuilt roaches Sandy sandy sand Towels and bowels and trowels.   I didn’t enjoy it The long walk All uphill against a tide of disinterest.   “Hey how are you doing?” “Not that I care”   Karaoke embarrassment “There must be one song you know” IContinue reading “Android in Spain”

10 Authors who dealt with Rejection.

  You and I love to write. It’s a special gift and a privilege we have creating story’s, sometimes just for ourselves, for our families and friends. But we all reach the point when we believe in what we write and we want to see it published – and we’d also like to make moneyContinue reading “10 Authors who dealt with Rejection.”

Prelude: That what must it be.

Two Black holes collided and ate each other without really affecting the fabric of Space-Time, though that has nothing to do with our story. There is a disturbance in the River of Time, wallowing through the sludgy rising tides in the Sea of Life; churning undefined particles from the beginning to the end of theContinue reading “Prelude: That what must it be.”

University Twerps

There were just things that drove me mad. It was the posh boys that did it. You see, they had failed at school and all of their rich mates had gone on to study in the 18th Century at Oxford and Cambridge. Coprolite Studies in city’s trapped inside their own indifference; twas ever thus. PlayingContinue reading “University Twerps”

The Pool on the Hill – Seize the Son going down.

They drifted sloppily down the River Thyme, passing plenty of trees in a scented breeze, but no fields of waving corn. There weren’t many girls with peroxide curls, trying their best to become fishmongers from the bounties of the river. Oh bounteous river, river full of fish! They sat with ankles and toes dipping inContinue reading “The Pool on the Hill – Seize the Son going down.”