writing

Shedding.

I have spent the last two years, if not the whole of my life, trying to make friends, and desperately chasing those I think I have. But recently I’ve been beginning to think that a lot of my difficulty is in expectation or hope. In the gap between my perceived reality and my actual reality.ContinueContinue reading “Shedding.”

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”

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”

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,”

Opening up to love and adventure.

My newest creation is Lora. Actually she isn’t my creation she was given to me, and I am very grateful. Lora seems very young, I didn’t mean her to be, but I needed an openness which is hard to find in adulthood. I know this because I’ve been looking for love for a year now,ContinueContinue reading “Opening up to love and adventure.”

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,”

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”