I want to start doing new things on this blog. I have a few ideas, but would love to hear your suggestions. Leave a comment on this page, or email me on the contact me page to do so.
One of my ideas is to start reviewing more books regularly. I read any book I can get my hands on and it’s one of the reasons I love my kindle. The only problem is time constraints. If you have any books you would like reviewing get in touch and I will try to prioritise.
Another idea is to start and ongoing story that I update multiple times a week. 500 words every other day. I would have no idea what is going to happen next, just sit down, write and publish.
I’ve been thinking about doing posts about my influences. From other books, music, films, tv and games. Sharing some of these maybe a good idea.
Let me know if you have any suggestions.
I’m a bit of a hypocrite when it comes to reviews. I tend to ignore them, although I do read some. I tend to go for reading multiple reviews from somewhere like Amazon or personal blogs, rather than big websites and magazines. I would much rather make my own mind up. I do, however, love writing them. It’s on of my favourite things to write. Just thought I would share that.
I was going to upload a story today (Feb’s short story) but I chose not to, because it was a lot angrier than I thought it would be. It’s personal and I don’t want to share it. I will post it on here at some point, but just not quite yet. I am going to be posting next week a story I wrote today for uni.
Here’s the first couple of paragraphs:
It’s true, you know. That old cliché. The one about barmen being the new therapist. The word new, that’s what gets people. The new therapist. We’ve been here longer than they have, you know that. It’s an old cliché that doesn’t quite make sense. Anyone can tell you that.
You know. The first time you walked into the pub, all those years ago, I actually thought you knew. My heart stopped. Honestly thought I was going to keel over there and then. Didn’t though. You walked over, sat down, ordered a pint. Pint of what, though. Can’t remember. I probably got it wrong then anyway. I’d seen your face not ten minutes before. On the news. Telling the people that you had leads, or something like that. You walked in and I nearly died. Thought about running, for just that half a second. Wouldn’t have worked though, would it. We both know your faster than me.
In University today I got a little bored and then sidetracked. Started thinking of how many assignments I had to hand in. Fiction is the one that skipped my mind completely. I started with a theme. Time. That led to an image of people meeting. That led to the line “It’s true, you know.” I went home, had some lunch and thought I’m going to write this down. 1600 words later and it’s finished. Pretty happy with how it went, and will upload the rest this time next week.
Thanks for reading,