vampires do not drive sensible cars
never offer a vampire a drink
he tasted the blood in the water
well, she was that kind of vampire
she was bad, she was mean, she was dangerous
but she did drive a vintage red Corvette
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
she had wise eyes
a face of angelic innocence
damn shame she was a vampyre
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
perhaps not the greatest writer
Fleming created an iconic character
she was an angel craving chaos and excitement
it might seem a long way to Purgatory
but it’s a hell of a long walk back
some say that the longest journey starts with the first step
I think it’s better if you decide where to go first
she was mad, she was bad, she was exotic, she was erotic
she was Alicia, his designated demon for the evening
she was a demon seeking peace
she was a witch seeking tranquility
come not between a dragon and her wrath
the secret of Life, the Universe, and everything
probably isn’t written on the back of a cornflake packet
what does a computer think about when it’s been switched off?
obviously windows ~ but what does it see through the glass?
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
OK, so if you want to prove your love for me
go and kill me a dragon
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.
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.
don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass;
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 firstname.lastname@example.org
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.
writing is good for the soul
there are few rules when you build a witches castle in the clouds
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
never kiss a witch on the lips