Another site well worth a follow. Always plenty to read no matter what your reason for blogging.
Originally posted on No Wasted Ink: Coming down to the end of the month, I’ve saved the best for last. This Monday has a bumper crop of excellent writing-related articles for the list. I hope you’ll agree! Enjoy these until next week. The Basics of World-Building Boost Your Creativity Mindset Naturally Why a Serial Might…
via No Wasted Ink Writers Links — Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog
I have no idea why.
Now a chap I knew could not contain the things he daily ate
no matter what he had and piled so high upon his plate
He’d gorge and feed his hungry face, sweet scollops, cakes and trout
then suddenly without fair warning it would come back out
He’d dine on steaks and fries and eat a pizza with meat on it
then forcefully with gusto great came forth projectile vomit
A meagre mouthful would result in gagging and some retching
one time he even soiled his trousers, brown on cream – quite fetching
Okay so I will stop there. I recognise that sometimes I go a little far but this is just a bit weird. I think it was funnier in my head than I can actually do on paper. I then also got to thinking just what might make him so very unwell and think maybe he might just have a nervous disposition rather than it being an eating disorder. At that point I now find myself thinking that he would probably then just have stayed home which is pretty sad and the likelihood of him having a wife or girlfriend is pretty slim so it’s really just descending into a pretty sorry tale and all a bit depressing.
Seemed a shame to waste a good title and picture so I guess I will just leave it there. Feel free to finish it if you like.
Plus, there isn’t really a word that rhymes with hungry and even puke and barf are pretty limited so it was never going to end well.
If you use WordPress with Facebook you might want to give this a read.
Originally posted on Serendipity – Seeking Intelligent Life on Earth: First the released my data to Cambridge Analytica. That led to having my identity stolen and my computer hacked. How many new ways can they find to become worthless? FROM WORDPRESS: You have probably gotten the same message via email, but in case you missed…
via FACEBOOK AND WORDPRESS – A NOTIFICATION YOU SHOULD READ — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo
Eight minutes of rambling. And a lot of odd questions about Murder…
Fandango nominated me for this here, and I couldn’t be doing with all that typing so I recorded it instead.
Lucy has some cool reads, and if you haven’t read her Roxanne stuff then you are missing out…
After what happened to me last week I feel the need to talk about the dangers of the post writing daze and offer some advice to others on how to handle this fragile creative state. I have also been wondering how many accidents, slip ups, calamities, disasters, boo boos, costly mistakes, wrong turns, poor decisions and […]
via How To Handle The Post Writing Daze #SundayBlogShare #Writer #Writing — BlondeWriteMore
A thing where I only write every second piece. Sorry it took so long to get back round to it.
A.P. (I am sure he has a name but for the purposes of this we shall go with A.P.) asked me if I fancied some sort of collaboration thing when he writes a piece then I follow.
I was asked to do this before and I wanted to and then I realised I have less time than I would like to really make an effort so I didn’t do it. Nothing has changed but this time I said yes and so A.P. goes and makes a quite eloquent and intriguing post and I figured I better get it done as it would be frightfully rude not to so I seem to have written the follow up piece below.
There weren’t really any rules other than he does a piece then I do.
The soldier part 4
The amber district is many things to many people, but not one those who call it home choose to do so. If it were a wife then it would be a stooped old crone with less sense than teeth, though possessing very little of both by most acceptable standards. Were it a friend then it would surely be the duplicitous wife stealer of a compadre with a taste for the warm wet crone mouth. Were it a husband then it would surely be the never home and whore addled…well you get the idea.
It was a most unpleasant place indeed and not somewhere that you would choose to spend your holiday or even a long weekend.
With no idea of where she ought to be Tes pulled the cowl of her cloak around her ears and with eyes downcast walked through the tall stone archway that lead to the main market. Unfamiliar smells assaulted her nostrils and made her eyes water and the buzz and bustle of the market filled her ears.
“Hey Darlin’” came a voice over the hubbub. “You after something special then?” Somehow she knew it was aimed at her and she couldn’t help but look over. “What can I get for you?”
He was dressed in the usual mix of rags and dirt of most of the people down here, his face worn and wrinkled. A broad smile met her as she looked up at him.
“No thank you “ she said nervously and turned away.
“Oh come on” he continued. “Whatever you need I can get for you. You after a young boy maybe?”
Tes shook her head.
“Girl?”
She turned slowly to face him again.
“I need neither thank you kindly and I would suggest that perhaps…”
“Oh blimey, I know you” he said raising a finger in her direction. “You really better be careful down here sweetheart there are those that might well not take kindly to you being here.”
Tes looked about worried, pulling her hood further over her face. He could see her nervousness and lowered his finger and spoke more quietly.
“You might want to come with me” he said his broad smile now gone from his face. “I think there’s someone you might want to see.”
So much good stuff can be found at Sue’s blog. You should go visit you won’t regret it.
We left the Merry Maidens, still buzzing with the magic of the stone circle in the mist. Distracted by the profusion of wildflowers in the hedgerows, we might have driven blithely by, but… “Whoa…” “What’s that…” we said in unison as my foot hit the brakes, just seconds after resuming our journey. Finding nowhere else […]
via A Thousand Miles of History XII: Hirvedh Treguhyon — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo
I have no idea why.
Now it seems Ted has a passion for the trendy and for fashion
And the feel of fabric tight against his skin
Now he’s a manly man don’t doubt it but sometimes he cannot fight it
And into a little red dress he’ll slip in
Loves the way it makes him look just like a model from a book
Or so he tells himself so as to not feel weird
How it accentuates his form and no it might not be the norm
But he also thinks it goes well with his beard
He feels quite confident and hot and his wife doesn’t mind one jot
In fact she likes the way it makes his bottom look
Though as it’s rather sheer some things do stand out, oh dear
She suggest perhaps he might just try a tuck
So with his package put away and sexily his hips do sway
And he feels gorgeous and quite special, rather girly
Lips full they taste of cherry glass of wine he’s feeling merry
And to the bedroom leads the way his tuck unfurling
I very nearly laughed doing this one.
I’m not very good at deep stuff but I do like reading it from time to time and you can find some great stuff over at Suddendenoument.
Some are atheist to thorns / star-crossed / easy pure hope / hurl quotes at you / colorful futures / white-bearded universe / prophets without a clue / no fishnet can hold the sea Gods / distant spies / needle makers / cracked open jaws / highway wolves / gaping / smoke up curses / […]
via Strike a Match-Basilike Pappa — A Global Divergent Literary Collective
Someone I have been enjoying following recently, especially his fabulous paintings.
Hi! I’m Alex Markovich, the author of this blog. I was born in Belgorod (Russia) on April 10, 1978. MarkovichUniverse AT gmail DOT com I would divide my activities into two main categories. NUMBER ONE. I write sci-fi & philosophic stories and novels; some of them are staged in experimental theaters, including SCI-FI THEATER which […]
via Alex Markovich — Alex Markovich Illustrations, Photos & Stories
Another of the folk I like to follow because of the variety in their posts.
On Saturday (0500) I’ll be getting up to look at the night sky. Why? For this. I’ll be looking at the dark red micro moon at full eclipse. A total lunar eclipse. It will be beautiful. The super-moon eclipse was amazing, too, but when the moon is so big, so close, it feels ominous. The […]
via A Moon — Cage Dunn: Writer, Author, Teller-of-tall-tales
Well that’s wholly inappropriate for any day of the week. Sorry Japan.
Colonoscopy
If only there was a way
to cleanse the brain shit
I like a bit of variety in my reader and Linda provides some of that with her writings on her walks. There are usually squirrels involved which I rather enjoy.
It seems I’ve done neither of the above much lately. Oh, I did that post the other day about my boss and his trip on the high seas, which was an occasion to tout that I had surpassed the halfway mark to my eventual goal. I am still striving to stride toward that goal, though […]
I very nearly laughed doing this one.
You absolute tanka!
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
This week the challenge was to use synonyms for INSPIRATION and PLAN. I used STIMULUS and INTENT.
Heady, hot, beat thuds
primal stimulus released
intent, desires rage
and at the end of the night
lowers standard, desperate
I took a few liberties there but if you know it you know it and now you’re singing it.
Woke Up, outta bed
dragged a comb across my head.
Not a Beatles fan?
https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/07/16/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-210-wokeup/
If you’re a fan of flash fiction and fabulous short stories go check Iain out.
Who would have thought it? Montreal was the answer to human salvation. Due to its specific geographic location, prevailing winds and ocean currents and distance from any of the active fault lines, Montreal was the one place where the air was still breathable, the climate was habitable and the landscape stable. Peering through the curtains […]
An exercise in wrongness.
There are things that I think and write that I know I should be ashamed of and that I ought to not mutter but I do, and I don’t feel a great deal of shame at all, which in turns makes me again think that I ought to be ashamed of myself and then I’m not and then…well you get the idea. This one is about having relations with homeless people and that’s disgusting I know. Thinking it that is, not homeless people. Or homeless people having sex. They’re quite entitled to do whatever they want. Just because you sleep in a box in an underpass does not mean that you cant enjoy a Dutch reverse wheelbarrow with someone you just shared a bottle of floor cleaner with.
I’m sorry. I will go make a donation to a homeless charity once I press send. Feel free to read or listen to it or maybe just give it a miss.
There’s a bloke called Marcel Has a story to tell
As he has a quite dark fascination
See for tramps he gets hot and he’s ready to trot
With the down and out down at the station
Loves the way that they smell Oh dear twisted Marcel
He just can’t get enough all the while
Kindly gives a few bucks when theyre down on their luck
Sits and hangs out with them with a smile
He enjoys carnal sins round the back of the bins
Hobo loving he can’t get his fill
He’s the local wild funster getting hot in a dumpster
Black toothed cavernous mouth – oh the thrill
Dirty fingers hair matted they’re the cure for his flacid
Manhood he’s so proud and excited
A homeless three way really did make his day
and he heads home satisfied and excited.
A man after my own heart, and jolly good fun.
I once knew a lady who snored So her husband, who she just adored Bought some earplugs and glue ‘Cos he knew what to do. Yes, those plugs—in her nostrils—he stored. Image from Deposit Photos © http://inspiring.vector.gmail.com 2017 For exclusive updates and a free book of poems, join the mailing list!
If you don’t follow AP you should because he is one fabulous poet.
Held by the sideOf the heart growing wideNear the solace and silence of souls The circuitry liedAs if something defiedWhat was certainly seen as a hole No given key,Could find any degree,Nor position or pressure to turn For rust and debrisLeft the tumblers unfreeSo no purchase a person could earn Even with picksAnd with dynamite […]
This was the follow up to this. All on the matter of eating inappropriate things and born out of a drunken conversation one night…The Original piece also has an audio version.
I don’t share enough so I am going to do more of it. For those who don’t know Judy you can find her at her blog below. I follow her not only for some of the fab poems and pictures she posts but also because she has a life so very different to mine so it is fascinating to see. Michael
Today’s prompt being “spoof,” I decided to resurrect this parody of Gerald Manley Hopkins’ poem “Pied Beauty,” one of my first blogs ever back in 2014: Pied Beauty II Thanks be to Sara Lee for appled things— For pies, for apple fritters and for thin-rolled strudel crust; For pastries of the fruit of […]
via Pied Beauty II — lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
My mind didn’t stray far from the obvious on this one. This one’s for you Donny.
Remember the days
when you weren’t so old and grey?
No? That cos you’re old.
https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/07/09/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-209-olddays/
Afterwards 