Well, no, You didn’t ask, But perhaps you were wondering? [To be honest I was putting this off, I was going to seek advice, just how big a wreck could Kenny reasonably be expected to have? But I didn’t have time, so it seems I’ll need to make it all up] Kenny had always wantedContinueContinue reading “The ship…”
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What is an idiot?
Kenny knew the answer to that one. An idiot is someone who you have placed in a situation they find difficult. Kenny had been an idiot when his wife had left him with a house and a garden and a dog, that all meant nothing to him without her. It had taken him a yearContinueContinue reading “What is an idiot?”
To take leave of the land
All you had to do was provision your ship and have enough crew on board to keep a twenty four hour watch. Sounds easy doesn’t it? You were supposed to have something called a passage plan, alternative plans for when conditions might change, to have assessed risks of a given route, crew should also beContinueContinue reading “To take leave of the land”
A place called home
Kenny lived in a small semi detached house under the Erskine Bridge, on the River Clyde. The house had begun to go to rack and ruin pretty much simultaneous to the marriage, it was hard to know which was chicken and which the egg. Most of the stuff that Rose had planted was still there,ContinueContinue reading “A place called home”
The land and the sea
Kenny gave up his employment in the Spring of the year after his wife left him and his father died. He was lucky that the divorce was complete before his fathers death, so he got to keep the little wealth his dad had squirrelled away. He only had one brother, and though they’d nothing muchContinueContinue reading “The land and the sea”
Another Mikey
No, don’t worry, not another Mikey, just a moment to take a look at this one that has arrived, and her effect on our George. After a good days work, tidying up, and cleaning the shed, making it back into a summerhouse, as it was always meant to be, George had made – not goingContinueContinue reading “Another Mikey”
Who is George?
A good friend of mine, a sometimes “best friend” read most of this story, and when he reached the chapter titled https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/31/debs-and-george/ expressed displeasure, he thought they were uninteresting middle class people. He felt guilty when I told him I was crying as I wrote it. In this chapter George represented married me, and wasContinueContinue reading “Who is George?”
Is this Mikey?
It was getting too hot again. George had been up most of the night, and was worrying about the garden. There were a few things in there that needed a drink, he knew that when he slept, it would be for an age, so he took himself down, and out, and negotiated the various obstacles.ContinueContinue reading “Is this Mikey?”
Still here
George didn’t mean to be, and Debs wasn’t. The house in Queen’s Park was no longer a thing of promise, and Mikey had deserted him, or had George deserted Mikey? George had followed Mikey up to Scotland alright, in the Spring, as promised, but George had gone too far into the wild, and the onlyContinueContinue reading “Still here”
Mikey is put on hold
George was very excited about his trip, it would have been his first time in the hills as a writer. He was up in the tiny attic in the house on Queens Park getting his camping gear organised. He’d known that the access to the attic wasn’t safe, but as he was reversing out, he’dContinueContinue reading “Mikey is put on hold”
“Well, What do you think?”
Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ NOTE THERE ARE ELEVEN CHAPTERS BEFORE THIS ONE Or, if catching up, go here for chapter selection… https://schnark.home.blog/category/other-things/fiction/ What do you think? Mikey knew what he thought alright, the place was a mess. The house that he remembered chasing Callum around all those years ago, looked like no one had been in itContinueContinue reading ““Well, What do you think?””
Chapter 1.1
Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ NOTE THERE ARE ELEVEN CHAPTERS BEFORE THIS ONE Or, if catching up, go here for chapter selection… https://schnark.home.blog/category/other-things/fiction/ Arriving Callum found Mikey in the Islander’s bar, staring at a pint. They were pleased to see one another, and all the usual excited proclamations – on what had changed and what had not -ContinueContinue reading “Chapter 1.1”
Chapter 1
Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ NOTE THERE ARE TEN CHAPTERS BEFORE THIS ONE Or, if catching up, go here for chapter selection… https://schnark.home.blog/category/other-things/fiction/ Mikey climbed down from the bus at Kyle of Lochalsh, looking around briefly to see who might be waiting, but remembering he’d never given Callum a time, he set off to see the bridge, theContinueContinue reading “Chapter 1”
Debs and George
It was Debs turn to cook, this meant that George got instruction, and the food was often a bit better, and there’d be more washing up. Lamb chops had arrived in the post from some exotic organic farm somewhere in Devon, where the little lambs were tucked up each night and read bed time stories,ContinueContinue reading “Debs and George”
Buchanan Street Bus Station
Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ Or, if catching up, go here for chapter selection… https://schnark.home.blog/category/other-things/fiction/ Buchanan Street Bus Station on a cold damp Glaswegian, November morning, after a long bus ride north, and Mikey had time to kill. Not time to catch up with old friends hereabouts, It was too early – but time to escape the fugContinueContinue reading “Buchanan Street Bus Station”
Dear Lora,
Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ Or, if catching up, go here for chapter selection… https://schnark.home.blog/category/other-things/fiction/ Or in particular… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/21/dear-george/ Otherwise this will make no sense! Dear Lora, Dear big, strong, Catalan Lora, Thank you for your letters, I will treasure them as I treasure my memories of you, and the time we spent together. I was more aContinueContinue reading “Dear Lora,”
Preparation
Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ Or, if catching up, go here for chapter selection… https://schnark.home.blog/category/other-things/fiction/ Mikey decided to let his flat go. He didn’t know how long he’d be away, but he didn’t like the responsibility of an empty flat; the boiler, the plumbing, the roof, the windows… It was an old building, and there were anyContinueContinue reading “Preparation”
George was late
Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ Funny how it mattered to be late for an appointment with yourself. And to cap it off, he was here now, at his upstairs window, but wasn’t ready to say much. But then again, there were plenty of folk that never stop. He’d been thinking a lot about Mikey. He wasContinueContinue reading “George was late”
Debs
Anyone joining this story, please hit fiction in the top menu, and scroll down to “the man who wrote a true fiction” as there it all begins. Her name was Deborah, it never suited her. She met George at college in Newcastle way back in the 90’s, about the time that Jarvis Cocker was gettingContinueContinue reading “Debs”
George
George thought about his own times up in Lochaber, and around Glen Affric, and further south in Knoydart; he thought about the few people who lived there, and the people he’d met, in the bothies, or on the road, almost never on the hill, for the hills were big, and the paths ill defined soContinueContinue reading “George”
Dear George,
My name is Lora and I seen this coming. You found me in the Cafe in the train station, I been staying up Nevis with some friends, but they sickened and went home, and I not known what I do. I thinking you have a nice face, and you talking about all those walks, andContinueContinue reading “Dear George,”
Where to now?
George wasn’t sure what to do with Mikey. He was really pleased with him, he seemed to have dropped from the sky, almost fully formed, with a tiny bit of a back story, that could stay locked up for ever if it had to, or maybe…. well, it would be there if he needed it.ContinueContinue reading “Where to now?”
The man who wrote a real fiction
George realised that by giving his character a name that wasn’t his, he could easily open up a big space, he could stand back in safety and examine this new person. He decided to call him Mikey. No great thought went into it, George didn’t even know a Mikey, but somehow it was the firstContinueContinue reading “The man who wrote a real fiction”
The man who went to a zoom meeting
He had resisted this for a long time, this idea of connecting through a telly screen with a keyboard attached. One by one he had watched his neighbours succumb, he’d seen his boss who was perfectly capable of finding his way to his own garden gate, after only a few years of using satellite navigation,ContinueContinue reading “The man who went to a zoom meeting”
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