In The Broom Cupboard.

A quip on the Creative Writing Group on Facebook asked for a short story that started with the sentence:

“I kept waiting for a big guy to break down the door and tell me I was a wizard.”

And this is what I came up with:

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A Human Menagerie · A Sideways View

Books And The Building Industry.

What was it someone said to Dorothy Parker? “Oh, darling, I’m writing a book.” To which Dot responded, “I’m not writing one either.” It’s great to speak of writing a book, to actually write one implies a rather different situation altogether. Dorothy Parker was an experienced storyteller and journalist, and knew the pitfalls. Just wanting to write is not enough. But then, it never was.

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The mine-field which is mental illness and relationships (part 1)

Mental illness in any shape or form takes a huge amount of courage, not to mention energy, to overcome. The most important thing to remember is that nobody can do this for you; they can offer help, sympathy or a blind faith in sedatives. If you are to achieve anything in terms of mental illness, it has to come from within.

every day I notice moments when I’ve veered into dangerous mental territory and managed to pull myself back from the brink

This is perhaps the most important thing Alex has yet said on her blog. It is a crowning achievement to a life that has thus far been truly horrendous.

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Our Subconscious · Reality

The Ascent Of The Literary Murder.

This was supposed to be a sort of review and reprise of George Orwell’s “The Decline Of The English Murder,” only my point of view is very different to his. Which makes his essays the more appealing to me. Add Orwell’s beautiful and evocative writing and you have a blissful read.

Not that murders are blissful, but that’s the point of murders – and the point of Orwell looking at their decline. Orwell’s books were written to be read by those who enjoy reading, those who read the story as much for the writing as the story itself. But that is what makes literature; if it’s only a story thinly interwoven by lumpy descriptions, it’s pulp fiction.

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Creativity · Mind The Gap!

The Telephone Call.

It is 1916 and an English gentleman is sitting in the shade of a trottoir café in Limassol on the island of Cyprus. Next to him is a Greek Cypriot tailor. They are both drinking coffee and discussing the events of the day. As they are about to part, the English gentleman says, “as soon as you have definite information, ring up 8456 and ask when it will be convenient for Mr Crowder to try on his new suit.” And adds that if he’s not there, he’ll phone back later in order to confirm the meeting.

So you’ve already spotted that something fishy is going on here, haven’t you?

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