Day Forty-Four… Chess

641 words. When I was seven, I taught myself how to play chess. There was something about the board and the pieces… if I’d known the word at that age, I might have described it as fetishistic. I just liked setting everything up and the way that, after just a few familiar opening moves, you […]

Day Forty-Three… Back again

349 words Short story written and delivered, I can return to Loss for a while, before I go on holiday on the 24th. Ideally, I’ll get to write each evening after the munchkins have climbed the wooden mountain to Bedfordshire, but there’s every chance I’ll be asleep by then too. I hope to add to […]

Day Forty-Two… Like trying to mine coal with a jelly pickaxe.

It’s not working. I need to nail this Monday deadline. Apologies for those who have been following my posts, but there are too many pies and I don’t have enough fingers… I’ll try to get back into the groove by mid-June, when I return from holiday. Thanks for your support, and patience…

Day Forty-One… Pesky Editors

636 words. So now I find out that the short story I need to write for the end of the month has a new deadline date of May 17th. I’m going to have to write both in tandem. I can’t afford to let Blonde slide for another week. Today’s output dealt with something which might, […]

Day Forty… Seems like… is this a toy, probably?

574 words. Another BTGG day, although, for that 40th day, I was hoping for a bigger return. Alas, it was all I could eke out. I’m worried that I might have to take another time out towards the end of the month, as a short story deadline looms. But hopefully, if all goes well, I’ll […]

Day Thirty Nine… Hard Return

844 words. It proved very hard to get back into this novel after a number of weeks away. The edits were completed quite quickly, but then I had to fly to Germany to participate in the Ruhr Lit Cup with the England Writers’ Team, a tournament in which, despite playing well, we finished 6th out […]