My father died ten years ago. Christmas has been a poignant time of year for me ever since. As distance means I can't put flowers on his grave, this story is my memorial to him. It's creative non-fiction, which means it's true, but I have been creative in places. He was a great teller of … Continue reading A Triptych in Memory of my Father
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Writing, Dying and Opening Doors…
Do you have to be moving a pen across a page or tapping fingertips on a keyboard to be ‘writing’? Yesterday, I wrote the first 500 words I’ve managed in the last two weeks, barring blog and journal, and all of them were a load of rubbish. Just now, I deleted the lot. But I … Continue reading Writing, Dying and Opening Doors…
The Eunuch – DP Writing Challenge
This is a piece for the Daily Press Weekly Writing Challenge: Three Ways to Go Gonzo. There's loads of swearing, so if you don't like that sort of thing - sorry... The Eunuch I pulled into the BP forecourt, frustrated that the only free petrol pump had an old man dithering in front of it. … Continue reading The Eunuch – DP Writing Challenge
