Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Tag: Writing

  • Abnormal Service has been resumed.

    Hopefully, you have noticed that things on the blogging front have been a bit quiet for the last three months. If you haven’t, hello. So what caused radio silence for a quarter of a year? Was I kidnapped by aliens? Was I held against my will and forced to knit a tartan scarf? That hardy…

  • Snail Sorbet

    I’m never happier than when I’m writing, except when I can’t think of what to write. When I’m in full flow, time disappears, my anxiety melts away, aches and pains evaporate, and I forget about all that ails me. It’s a perfect mental sorbet that seems to cleanse the sensory palate. Sometimes, words pour out…

  • Yet I’ll not go gracefully into the sunset.

    The Fear of Losing My Trade Dogs bark, children cry, men moan, and writers write. Or do they? Do politicians and bricklayers wake up in the middle of the night in the fear that they have forgotten their trade? I do. The fear that by the time the next dawn chorus breaks, I will have…

  • I Was Going to Write a Brilliant Piece…

    I was going to write a piece — it was going to be brilliant — then I got distracted, and I forgot what I was going to write. The Drinking Problem You see, I’ve been drinking; it’s been a shit year, a shit week, and a shit day, one made all the worse by an…