This weekend has been FRUSTRATING as hell. It's not a new reason. It's the same old Amazon reason that I've had for at least two years. Thing is ... in April when they declared the couldn't deliver to my address I managed to get someone in chat who knew what was going on and who … Continue reading Is it rocket science?
Crime writer life
Old words part 7
It's Just Me. Raw words page 7/8 “I was always there, always.” “As. A. Ghost! A ghost on messenger. A ghost on my phone. A figure in the shadows.” “When I pulled through inexplicably the decision was made to utilize that and to work the case I’d already started.” “To Never go home to your … Continue reading Old words part 7
Old words part 6:
It's Just Me. Raw words page 6: Could be in my bathroom, bedroom or walk in closet, or maybe the laundry or upstairs in the guest bedrooms. Where wasn’t he? He wasn’t in the garages down below, or the office or the cellar. No one passed me on the stairs or followed me up. Damn … Continue reading Old words part 6:
I found some old words: part 2
It's Just Me: page two: Why did it feel like I was on the set of a horror movie? Darkness reached for me. The air cold and damp. I stepped closer to the light within. The signal died, or jumped, or maybe the fuckers were turning the tower off? Paranoid? Fuck it. I stepped through … Continue reading I found some old words: part 2
It’s been a week
This time last Monday I was waking up from anaesthesia with a big bandage around my arm. I still have the big bandage around my arm and I'm still unable to use my right arm effectively for pretty well anything. It's still annoying.And I'm still bored.But I am binge watching The Americans and I am … Continue reading It’s been a week