Sunday, July 26, 2020
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
Monday, July 13, 2020
The last few were online and the rest were in 11 anthologies. I also co-edited two anthologies of poetry. Sales have been very poor but the writers I picked have gone on to win all the major prizes for short stories and some of them are now big names.
Link: Index of contributors to the New Short Stories book series and Story of the Month
* With a nod to The Onion Eaters by J.P. Donleavy
Monday, July 06, 2020
Friday, June 26, 2020
Spare a thought for inmates,
inpatients & chauffeurs,
eunuchs in harems,
call-handlers and gofers.
The wilderness waits at noon,
the firmament by night
but our lives are eked out
under fluorescent light.
|Someone sleeping in the shade|
|Wormwood Scrubs Park|
On chauffeur duty, what else is there to do only compose rhymes?
Sunday, June 14, 2020
|Summer trees & clouds along the Chiltern Line.|
Sunday, June 07, 2020
Sunday, May 24, 2020
I am not a novelist. I've wasted good ideas for short stories by trying to think of them as novels. However, if I revisit them, and I have about four I think I started on, maybe I can rewrite them as long short stories. I'm very down and depressed. Hardly an hour goes by that I don't spend partially in contemplation of throwing my hat at it all.
Then sometimes interludes of welcome respite in the garden. I wish goldfinches would slow down so I could have time to get my binoculars and have a good look at them. They flit to the bird bath and are gone in an instant. I'm going to go for a long walk today, my 3 mile walk. I've been taking the 1 mile route most days or staying in all day. Meanwhile here's Donny...
Sunday, April 12, 2020
|Primroses growing wild in the back garden|
|Freed lemon tree gambolling and frolicking in the open air|
Friday, March 06, 2020
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
Sunday, February 02, 2020
And I hope the worried Londoner who talked to me by name, is okay. He was so worried and I said I was the same before but I could have said more as I left. Others too. It's a world apart. We were there for prostate reduction operations. There was a man older than the rest who was fairly quiet and another young guy who was shouting and moaning but he had other complications, probably a different operation, I think.
That was some months ago now. It's been fascinating, becoming "ten years younger." Once I'd recovered from the operation and started feeling like this, I thought it's like having part of a life to live over. What I didn't do for the past ten years and should have, I now must, or will it just be the same again?
So I'm doing some work on a writing project, instead of faffing around, noodling, doodling. But it's tricky, this "being serious" malarkey. There's a danger that my, though I say so, light & breezy text is at peril of becoming dull by having to make sense. But I hope if I rebuild on better foundations, which I am doing now, that normal service will be resumed, and light breezes shall blow again. I don't know if this is of interest to anyone other than me but no matter!
Sunday, January 05, 2020
According to Spotify, these were my top songs of 2019. It looks fairly accurate, re numbers of plays. It might not work, as the link might show your list instead of mine perhaps, I don't know and won't know. "Your Top Songs 2019" https://t.co/21Nw1Q1by8 #NowPlaying— Stephen Moran (@stephen_j_moran) December 26, 2019