A few weeks ago, Sarge came home from work and caught me doing something. Something I’ve wanted to keep secret. I couldn’t stop before he walked into the office. And he caught me. I was reading People.com. I’ve said before that the only time I read gossip magazines is in various waiting rooms. I suppose that is a fib. But I’ve never really considered my website viewing actual reading. I don’t buy gossip magazines. Except maybe when I’m sick or…
This time last year, I was moving into my fifth flat in Glasgow. I’d lived there since 2006 and had five addresses. The reason I moved so much wasn’t because I’m fickle. It was because two of my five landlords neglected to pay the mortgages on the flats I occupied. And the secure places had lifts that liked to break down when I needed to go to work, or on nights I had tickets for concerts. During one particular breakdown…
And so, my current NaNo effort has turned bleak and predictable. Even if I do say so myself. There is a Plan B, and I like it. Remember when I said I had trouble finishing things? (NaNo is a perfect example. However, moving on.) I am going to write one short story a day until the end of November. And they will all have endings, I tell you. If the word-count of my collective stories reaches 50K, I will consider…
