I’ve been a WordPress citizen for nearly half a year…


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…or should I call myself a WordPressian!

I feel that my writing exploits have been enriched and encouraged by other citizens of this virtual empire. Connecting with other writers really does give me a buzz for writing all the more.

Sure, I’ve had one or two gaps, but I’ve kept coming back. I wrote a couple of weeks ago that I found it important to break myself back in gently this time around. The Daily Prompts have indeed kept me ticking along. And then today….Ta Dah! I’ve finally edited a story to a level I’m happy with.

I’m going to send this to an author, Jessica Grace Coleman, who has been editing some of my work. I feel that using Jessica’s service has really benefited me as I can compare and contrast the changes made with my pre-edited piece, then incorporate the lessons I’ve learnt into my next piece of work.

Check out Jessica’s websites at http://www.colemanediting.co.uk or http://www.jessicagracecoleman.com

(Her Little Forest novels are well worth a read as well!).

Getting into poetry has also been something that has surprised me this year. I’ve put together a little body of work. Sometimes I think my efforts can be a little bit clunky, but writing in different styles and looking at things in different ways has given my story-telling a bit of depth as well.

I love writing. I just want to keep pushing myself. Thinking back, even when I was off the website for about a month I still was writing a lot in other ways; or is that just me trying to justify my absence. Still, it doesn’t matter now because it’s the present where I’m at.

Just a little every day – there’s a lot to be learned from those words.

Cheers Everybody. Enjoy you’re writing.



Response to Daily Post: Three men walk into a bar


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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fill In the Blank.”

Three men men walk into a bar….and say “Ouch”!

Thank you very much, I’m here all week.

Now for a seal that can spin plates


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Monster.”

Dear Soccer Dog,

Yes, I know who you are. Popping up on either side of the pitch like the footballing hound that you are.

You may have beaten the English Premier League champions in your first movie; and won the European Cup in your second. However, your career is hopelessly flawed:

1) You do not wear regulation soccer boots. No right-minded referee would allow you on the field of play.

2) That ball you are meant to be dribbling is obviously an added special effect given the low budget of the movie. So, in fact, you are just running up and down – nothing else.

3) As a dog it is obvious that at any given moment you would not be able to resist the urge to wee up against a corner flag or goal post. The oversight by the script writers, producers and other individuals involved in the making of this film is not mind-blowing; it’s laughable.

In concluding, I suggest you stick to chasing sticks.

My cat would run rings round you.


Anon x


Daily Prompt: (Reasonably Priced) Clothes Make This Man

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Clothes (May) Make the (Wo)man.”

Yep, I tend to not spend more than £20 on a pair of trousers; I spend no more than £10 on t-shirts and jumpers.

I much prefer to use the money to pay for trainers and comfy shoes – they are about my only excess in life.

I have a dilemma if I see clothes I like in a high street shop and I know that chain has links with the child labour market: do I buy an item of clothing knowing I’m funding the continuation of child labour?; or can I take solace in the possibility that a child gets a wage (even if it is low pay), somewhere (safe?) to sleep and food?

It’s something I’ve never been able to get to grips: if I do buy an item from an outlet of a company with links to child labour, then I imagine the fat cats at the top of the business and the factory owners laughing; yet, if I don’t buy an item, I think of the children having less of a (very minimal) wage and struggling to work long hours.

It’s a Catch 22 because there have been times when I’ve bought an item and times when I haven’t. I always try to do it with the kids in mind.

I try to keep informed about these sorts of things, but I’m not so sure I’m as clued up as I could be here.


Daily Prompt: Things that make me jealous – top five


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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Lady.”

1) People on holiday when I’m at a garden centre

2) Belts

3) People that bow to requests written on mangoes

4) Anybody who’s got their Amazon delivery on time cos I’m still waiting for mine.

5) People who write to Amazon with requests written on mangoes demanding they get sent their delivery today


Daily Prompt: Book of My Life


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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Your Life, the Book.”

*** I often wonder what future generations of my family might think of me. Here is an excerpt from a book that will be published in the year 2090 by a descendant of Bruce Campbell after not so lengthy interviews with my great granddaughter Ruth. ***

Page 1

Shards of light pierced through the tattered curtains, giving Ruth the chance to carve a pathway through the hordes of boxes and bric-a-brac. The attic had been empty a long time now, past memories buried under piles of dust.

Ruth made out three leather-bound books perched on top of a vanity table. She shone her torch, taking care not to trip over miscellaneous items strewn across the floor. As she wiped the cover of the top book, the title became clear: ‘My Memories And Other Stuff: Volume 1’.

Ruth pulled a dust sheet off a nearby armchair, settled in and opened the cover of the book. Her great grandfather’s face beamed back at her from a photo stuck down on the inside cover. Ruth turned the page, not knowing what she was throwing herself into.

Last Page

After pouring through the three lengthy tomes, Ruth straightened herself up and declared, ‘My great granddad was a plonker!’

And she left, never to return.


Fearful Symmetry: W Rules My Day


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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fearful Symmetry.”

Wake up.


Walk to train station.

Wait for train.

Walk to

Work, Work, Work.

Wait for coffee to kick in.

Worry over stats not matching up –

Wipe sweat from furrowed brow,

Whisper obscenities to myself.

Wanting lunch soon, I’m hungry.

Whistle as I go to grab a sanwich.

Waltz back to my desk at 2pm.

Warp speed occurs as the rest of the day flies by.

Whizz back home and write on WordPress.

Wayne’s off to bed!

The Weather Forecast: Talking And Listening Can Play A Part In Fighting Depression And Mental Illness


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When you go through a load of bad stuff that seems to stretch on indefinitely, it’s hard to see the sunshine. Dark grey clouds linger on through the day and night as the heavy mood refuses to lift. Even the Umbrella of Happiness does little good against the bullets of rain.

If you’ve got somebody to listen to you, it does help.

Times will change, the sun will shine again.

Depression and mental illness are different, but talking and listening can help keep the storms at bay too.

It’s a well documented fact that mental health conditions are a taboo, off-limits subject to a lot of people. Yet, it is something that needs to be addressed and it is something that the public do need to be made continuously aware of. If sufferers of Depression and other mental health conditions feel that they can talk more openly about their issues, maybe it can help lift the burden that they carry – even just a little.

Talking and listening go hand in hand.

The spectrum of mental illness is so broad – like that of Learning Disabilities – but getting to know somebody on their level can help overcome so many barriers. Thankfully, we are part of a generation that is more accepting and, I think, more willing to take the time to understand. However, there are still those who don’t respect others who fit into the “norm”; or maybe people are scared by what they don’t understand.

I’m not trying to gloss over mental illness by saying talking and listening is the ultimate cure. It just helps, especially when people are valued as individuals. There will be days when a person with a mental illness is not able to respond – that’s a sad part of certain conditions – but we can’t give up: just a five minute chat can lift the clouds even for a brief time; it could even be the start of the sun shining more.


The Full Moon: Doppelgänger


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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Full Moon.”

A darkened version of myself: free from constraint, free from ego and with an insatiable appetite for bread.

I’d wear a hat, one with a big brim to block out the sun. I’d masquerade as a kind and modest beggar observing passers-by for the secret life I am conjuring up for each and every one of them. Lives that would involve the mass consumption of bread.

Yes, I will build a bread-er world.

Feel the love, people, feel the love

Getting Back Into The Game


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Since my unexpected hiatus from WordPress and all things written word in the last month, I’m glad I’m back on board. My efforts have been in short bursts during this last week. My usual ability to push myself for a couple of hours to write after work hasn’t returned yet, but I’m getting there.

There have been times, though, in this last week when I’ve questioned why I can’t write like I was five or six weeks ago. Not only has it been about committing myself to write, it’s also about finding the space and time to create ideas. The stories I could be editing seem like bigger projects that are just beyond me right now. The sleeves-rolled-up mentality that I had is in serious need of rebuilding.

So, at the weekend, I took inspiration from an unlikely source: I was watching a soccer match and there was a lot of talk about one player who was returning to his team after a layout through injury. The commentators mentioned how he had been through an individualised training programme, then played a game or two with the juniors in the lead up to his return. After the game, his manager said that they were slowly building him up to full fitness, and it would be a few weeks before he played a full game of soccer.

This got me thinking about my situation. If small, steady increases work for soccer players returning from injury, then it could work well for me. Part of my “rehabilitation” has been to do the Daily Prompt here on WordPress: I’m starting to feel that creative spark again and I’m enjoying connecting with other writers. It’s also helped me get back into the swing to create my own posts like this. When I look up at the clock I  see that between writing my Daily Prompt post and this one, an hour has gone by without me even thinking about it! This all makes my mind feel less heavy than when I was at work today.

Slow and steady is definitely working. I’m going to stick with my current regime for another week or so, then look at getting back into editing stories and returning this website to it’s original format….bit by bit.

I’m excited by the fact that I’ll be putting up another story soon. The flow is returning; I just can’t rush it.

Cheers soccer, my old friend