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Unusual Sunday Post - Poems

I wrote these on a napkin Friday night and am reproducing them here without alteration. They are variations on a theme.YouI'm sitting here,Talking to someone else,But dreaming of you.I'm drifting through,Trying to find love,And loving you.Your actions said 'yes.'Your silence said 'no.'Still, I want only you.I want to fly free.Instead I'm left weeping,Chained to you.Give me freedom.Disappear.

Scamble

To rove or wander up and down. - Edward Phillip's New World of Words, 1706Scambler, a bold intruder upon one's generosity or table; Scottish. - Samuel Johnson's Dictionary of the English Language, 1755.To struggle with others for money, fruit, sweetmeats, etc. lying on the ground of thrown to a crowd; hence, to struggle in an indecorous and rapacious manner in order to obtain something. - Sir

An Award!

Good Morning!I've won an award:How this thing is supposed to work is I link back to the person/blog who/which awarded me the award ... hmmm this sentence needs fixing .... and then I nominate 15 other bloggers for the award. This is tough, because I don't know 15 other bloggers.I therefore nominate:Anna L. Walls, Gerard de Marigny, and the newly created blog by All Things Books (I'm really

Bruised Knuckles

Last night during training, my good friend K.C., whose Kung Fu is really very good, came up with some drills that required body pads ... no gloves. These drills were straight out of the forms we learnt and couldn't really be executed with boxing gloves on. I didn't have MMA gloves (those fingerless ones), and after getting K.C.'s fingers caught in my wraps, I removed them.That meant hitting the

This Post Needs a Title

I had a marvellous writing day yesterday. I wrote 4 000 words instead of my usual 3 000. That gives me a pleasant break today, as I only have to write 2 000 to stay on track. Yippee!There isn't much else in terms of news to relate. My flatmate is off on a road-trip for a few weeks, leaving me in the house alone. The poor kitties have been desperate for love every evening I arrive home from

Bubble's Burst

Well, after receiving a wonderful review for The Dying God & Other Stories, yesterday I received a rejection for the same work.Sigh.I am a little disappointed, though I do understand that short story anthologies are stupidly hard to sell, even if you're an established name. Chances were slimmer than most for trying to get an agent for this work.There's nothing to do but move on. I have one and

My First Review

Good morning all!I've had my first ever review (for The Dying God & Other Stories), and it was brilliant! It was so lovely, I posted up on the website for said book. You can read it here. Just in case you don't believe that I didn't write it myself, here is the link to the original review. See - exactly the same!Not bad for a first ever review! It put me on cloud nine for about three seconds

Close-Stool

A chamber utensil enclosed in a stool or box. - Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1893

Fluffy Friday ... I Think Not.

I was going to bore you all with a bit of fluff about my writing.Then I read this article. I cried. Those amazing, brave people. I am in awe of them. They are heroes in every way, shape and form.I don't believe in God, but today I am praying. I don't have faith in humanity, but today I am humbled before it. The Fukushima 50 (200, really) have my heart and my prayers. Spare yours.On that

Thor's Day

Happy St. Patrick's Day!It had to be said, and now it is.There is some pretty neat stuff happening amongst writers.Thanks to the blog Writing While the Rice Boils, I have learnt that writers can now reach out and help the victims of the earthquake and tsunami. Writer's for the Red Cross is a brilliant programme that allow writers to auction for critiques, consultations with agents and other