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Random Jottings ~ Vampires

vampires do not drive sensible cars

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never offer a vampire a drink

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he tasted the blood in the water

well, she was that kind of vampire

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she was bad, she was mean, she was dangerous

but she did drive a vintage red Corvette

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most vampire’s theme song isn’t the toccata and fugue

it’s bat out of hell

I once loved a vampire, but she was a few hundred years older than me

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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net

she had wise eyes

a face of angelic innocence

damn shame she was a vampyre

Writing

English, the finest and truest language ever known to mankind

Nobody can write a scene like Shakespeare, even though he couldn’t even spell his own name.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers

For he today that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother

I cannot write prose like Mark Twain, even though he was naught but a steam boat pilot.

Never allow someone else to be your priority

while allowing yourself to be their option

Few can stir the blood like a Tennyson or Coleridge.

Half a league, half a league, half a league onward

into the valley of death rode the six hundred

Or evoke love and passion in the way of a Keats or Shelly.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

its loveliness increases, it will never pass into nothingness

But I can write like me ~ direct, pithy, sanguine, and terse.

Haunting music of the wind, wave counterpointed, pink sky echoed

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

perhaps not the greatest writer

Fleming created an iconic character

Random Jottings #3

she was an angel craving chaos and excitement

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it might seem a long way to Purgatory

but it’s a hell of a long walk back

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some say that the longest journey starts with the first step

I think it’s better if you decide where to go first

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she was mad, she was bad, she was exotic, she was erotic

she was Alicia, his designated demon for the evening

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

she was a demon seeking peace

she was a witch seeking tranquility

Random Jottings #2

come not between a dragon and her wrath

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the secret of Life, the Universe, and everything

probably isn’t written on the back of a cornflake packet

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what does a computer think about when it’s been switched off?

obviously windows ~ but what does it see through the glass?

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OK, so let’s go and explore the Universe

OK, so let’s go into town, have a few beers and a curry, and pick up a couple of girls first

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

OK, so if you want to prove your love for me

go and kill me a dragon

 

do u wanna be a writer?

you can write about everything in life, if you have the courage

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise.  The worst enemy of creativity is self-doubt.  ~  Sylvia Plath.

The Beatles, probably the best band in the history of the world.

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Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.  ~  Virginia Woolf.

Please listen with enthusiasm.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass;

Anton Chekhov

Writing With You

I don’t only want to know what I am thinking

If you have been reading this blog for a while you will be aware that I haven’t been very well lately ~ sick, quite poorly, hospitalised.  Yesterday I had a health check and also got the results of some earlier tests.  Quite frankly I was expecting bad news.  That wasn’t what happened at all.  For a start the lady medical practitioner was all smiles, which slipped a bit when she took my blood pressure ~ too high.

As it goes I wasn’t worried about that, I’d had a brisk walk to get to the health centre, and when she re-took my blood pressure about 3 minutes later it was as near perfect as it gets for a mature guy; 120 / 70.

There were lots of questions, some more tests and measurements, and then the nice lady said that I wasn’t fit and healthy for a guy of my age, I’m fit and healthy for a guy of any age.  My kidneys, heart, and liver have just about perfect numbers ~ how great is that?

Two caveats; my weight is right at the upper end of the green zone BMI~wise, I should lose about 7 pounds.  Also, I need to see my doctor as soon as convenient to talk about a 10 years health plan.

All that good news got me thinking that I could and should start a longer-term project ~ so I’m going to write a book, perhaps a trilogy.  I have no idea what I’m going to write about, fiction / factual / poetry / photography, and this is where things get interesting.

The thing is I know what I think about everything, whatever I write will have no surprises for me ~ so I need to find a writing partner, a collaborator to write this book / trilogy with me.

Over the years several guys have asked to collaborate with me ~ but that’s no good.  Not only do I know what I think about everything, I know what and how other men think too.  Ergo, I would like to find someone who can utterly surprise me, someone who can provide a different set of thoughts, opinions, views, and beliefs to mine own.  A woman; intelligent, opinionated, articulate, mature in outlook…..

So, if you are female and interested in working with me, writing with me, collaborating on a great work, starting day one, then please get in touch.  I would be very pleased if you commented on this post.

It matters not where you are, the internet provides a perfect set of tools for long-distance collaboration across oceans and continents.  It matters most who you are, someone who loves to express themselves in writing,

I look forward to hearing from you, either here on email me at   jackcollier7@talktalk.net

I can promise you it will be fun, and maybe even profitable.

Some say that behind every great man there has to be a great woman.  And that a man working alone always thinks in straight lines.  All I know is that every word a woman writes changes the world.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

writing is good for the soul

Mysterious Witch

there are few rules when you build a witches castle in the clouds

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witch, you’ve got me mystified

long ago she touched my heart

when she said that she loved me

I built her a castle in the clouds

if I live to see the seven wonders

if I ever find the rainbow’s end

if I live long enough to forget her

I’ll never match her exotic beauty

the beauty that has me enchanted

an untrue love that broke my heart

bitch, you’ve got me mystified

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

never kiss a witch on the lips

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