So, The Gone, is coming along nicely (hopefully there will be a few more posts this weekend) but my artwork has stopped. Why? I'm not certain. I'm writing as much as I can, but even when I do it only takes about four hours a day. After that the dyslexia kicks in a little and the… Continue reading Where has all the art gone?
Month: March 2015
A new look…
I was in the hairdresser today getting a new look; a load of layers that are designed to tame my shaggy hair. So far it is working. But while I was there I started chatting to the receptionist and I found out that the owner and hairdresser is also a dyslexic... That got me thinking.… Continue reading A new look…
Dick is, well, a dick.
The next part of The Gone. Bitsy finds herself in a bit of trouble...
Screams
The next bit of The Gone. Will Bitsy come to terms with her change?
I think I hear something. It could be my imagination. I’m running so very fast, just feeling the movement of my muscles and the wind flying past me, that I wonder if it is anything. I consider telling the guys, but a glance to the right sees that Max and Colin are running next to me and have a blank serene look on their faces. At some point they have changed position. Max is still next to me, but more than an arm length away.
I hear it again. Shrill and frantic. A scream.
I don’t slow. Instead I simply stop. Max and Colin carry on going, but I ignore them. I want to know what I heard. I find it odd that the others haven’t stopped. I am not worried about the scream, if anything I’m curious. I want to know who made it. It sounds like a woman…
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A Window has been Unlocked…
They do say that if a door closes then a window opens. Well, in my case the window is still closed, I have my face pressed against it, but someone has just unlocked it and yelled through the glass. "If you can open it, then you are welcome." So what's happened? Well, I was invited… Continue reading A Window has been Unlocked…
Strange times
Last week I wrote a book. I don't mean I finished one or I wrote half a book. I mean I wrote a child's novel in one week. In truth I had planned it out and I knew my characters, but the actual writing was done in a week. I flew through it, getting more… Continue reading Strange times