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Category Archives: Short Story Writing
Where are They Now?
I haven’t been talking much about my writing recently. I have been scribbling away however and most recently at the trilogy of short stories I’m putting together under the title Leaves. I’d thought the trilogy complete, then that the stories … Continue reading
Enthusiasm, The Sound of Light and the Vertical
A few days ago I felt a first surge of real enthusiasm since the advent of 2016. It came about when I was editing a story which I thought was finished, discovered it wasn’t and started a rewrite. In my … Continue reading
Posted in Short Story Writing, spirituality, Writing
Tagged fiction writing, Flash Fiction, short story
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Inch of the Day 2 September 2015: Edit of Tale Two of Trio of Tales ‘Leaves’ : Adam and Evelyn
I switched off the phone to avoid the wife’s, “HowyouhavethenervetoabandonyourfamilyatChristmastimealmostIdon’tknowbutyou’dbetternotcomebackstinkingofwhiskyandwomenasusualandmaybeyoushouldnotbothercomingbackatallthistime,”and my brat-pack teenage duo’s non-stop harping for expensive gadgets or the money to buy them and probably enough spliff to kill a small herd of highland cattle.
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Posted in Christian writing, Short Story Writing, Writing
Tagged Adam and Evelyn, Editing Fiction, Short Fiction, short story, Short Tale
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Inch of the Day 11 September 2015: The Second Coming of Judas Iscariot
My inch of the day today is an edited excerpt from my short-story-in-edit The Second Coming of Judas Iscariot, from my trio-of-tales-in-edit Leaves: Three Short Tales. Bateson retrieved the book and placed it back on the desk, noticing with … Continue reading
Posted in Dialogue, Short Story Writing, Writing
Tagged Editing Fiction, Judas Iscariot, short story
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Inch of the Day 27 August 2015
Voila, my inch of creativity today. It’s from ‘Leaves: Three Short Tales’, a compilation of three stories I’m editing for publication, hopefully, on Kindle. This is an excerpt from the first of the three tales, The Second Coming of Judas Iscariot.
“What were the leaves like?” Again, he’d no idea where his question had come from. Continue reading
Posted in Art, Christian writing, Dialogue, Printmaking, Short Story Writing, Writing
Tagged creative writing, Fiction, Judas Iscariot, leaf print, short story, Sorrel
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Tumblr Features My Work : The Dust of Life
Tumblr emailed me to say they’d featured a couple of spreads from one of my Arthouse Coop Sketchbook Project sketchbooks in their BS Project. Continue reading
Posted in Art, Artist Sketchbooks, Collage & Assemblage, Mixed Media, Multimedia, Photography, Printmaking, Short Story Writing, spirituality
Tagged 2012 Sketchbook Project, Arthouse Coop, Arthouse Coop Fiction Project, Just Giving, Rob Stevens Singer Songwriter, Street Children Scavengers, streetchildren, The Pages Of My Life
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Spring Springs at the Allotment
We took on an allotment plot, long neglected, last autumn. The weather angel gave us a month of good weather. We cleared away rubbish, cleaned and painted, deep dug and conditioned some squares and rectangles of soil in which to plant potatoes and brassicas in this new growing season. Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction Story: The Dress with the Tennis Racquets Stamped All Over It
The Dress with the Tennis Racquets Stamped All Over It
“Takes you back, don’t it, ol’ bandstand.”
She laughed. “Remember the night we crawled under and it was already occupied?”
“Billy and Lorraine.”
“Lorraine anyway, could have been any of the boys. She broke ‘em in like wild horses.”
“Except you.” Continue reading
