Category: Books

You’re going to hate me by the time you get to the end of this installment, and for that I apologise, but hopefully you’ll enjoy it anyway! If you’ve read the beginning and middle, you can pick up from around page 5. If you’re new, read the whole damn thing! You are more than welcome to pass judgement. Flatter me with praise, or be brutally critical — I simply ask that you also provide a reason for your love, or…

Eric (who will soon be a published author, if people read his story excerpt and big him up on Amazon) actually printed out the beginning of my story, took it to a coffee shop and proceeded to mark it up — with a red pen, no less. He then took digital photos, and sent them to me so that I could experience the authentic ‘editor’s pen destroying my beautiful manuscript’ feeling. So, I read his notes; digested them, even. Mulled…

(If you don’t like reading, feel free to skip this entry.  Pretty photos tomorrow, I promise!) It’s the beginning of the weekend, and the blogosphere slowly empties. People are driving home to their loved ones, or getting out the secret supplies of chocolate and putting on a film. Meanwhile, I’m here, rehashing the beginning of my awesome short story. I took your tips to heart (because, really, who am I to argue? I have almost no prose-writing experience), and I’ve…

So… I’ve been writing. It’s been about 10 years since I last wrote creatively — proper fiction that is, rather than the telling of stories, which I’ve always done, and will continue to do. This is my first attempt, and it took about 2 hours to do. I’m under no illusions here; it’s probably not amazing, but hopefully it’s at least ‘good’. Read it, and then read it again. Then, when you’re done, and you’ve thought about it a little…

For a while now I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a short story. I used to write a lot of them when I was younger. In fact, until the age of 12 or so, I used to do a lot of different things. And then I discovered computers. It’s taken until now, the ripe old age of 24, to rediscover my love of writing. I guess, until now, computers served a different purpose. I took them apart, and…

… I give you, The Penis Monologues, from Scotland: (If you can’t see the player, you’ll have to visit my blog) Now, please, if you’re Scottish, don’t press stop instantaneously. Hear it out. Wait for my bumbling apology at the end. Judge it on its content rather than its apallingly sprawling accents. It starts off OK, and kind of goes downhill from there. In my defence (I always have a defence), I’ve been doing an Irish accent for quite some…