I'm writing. [Indigo Romeo Lima] is moving along. I'm enjoying it, mostly. Why mostly? Because first-drafts are HARD. I'm not building on anything, I'm creating the foundations and the framing and cladding some of the walls. Some walls will be left in building paper while I write the rest and hope it all comes together! … Continue reading All mouth, No trousers.
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No Expectations
Thanks to The Rolling Stones for the blog title. I'll put the album in at the end: Beggars Banquet. Yesterday I felt the need to write. So that was good. Happening a lot these days. I'm expecting that I'll be writing again later today. [Foxtrot Mike Lima] is coming along. There were three false chapter … Continue reading No Expectations
Old words. Part 10 (the end)
It's Just Me. Page 10/11 I drained my glass and finished the bottle. The buzz warmed me and made my fingers tingle. I looked over at him and said, “You can get the next bottle.” “Did you hear me?” “Do I have to answer you?” “Work with me?” “I can’t work with you.” He looked … Continue reading Old words. Part 10 (the end)
Old words part 8/9
It's Just Me. Pages 8/9 - Sorry, I edited the numbering because I can't count 🙂 Rowan grinned at the camera. For the world to hear and me to understand he said, “I’m coming home, think I’ll drive through the night.” He launched into their current number one single, Coming home. I called out to … Continue reading Old words part 8/9
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:
Old words part 5:
It's Just me: raw words Page 5 “Give me your opinion of the photo from today.” “It’s Mac. I will run it through a new facial recognition program we have to be sure.” “Do it.” “That was today?” “Yes.” “And you’re alone?” “Yep.” Apart from the ghost. “Thought you had security these days.” “We do, … Continue reading Old words part 5:
Old words part 4.
It's Just Me. Page 4: Satellite. Damn! Why didn’t I think of it earlier? I leapt up from the couch and bounded from the room, running along the dark hallway and into my bedroom. In my overnight bag was a satellite phone. I scrambled through the bag in the dark. Eventually I turned the bedside … Continue reading Old words part 4.
Old words part 3:
It's Just me: Page 3 I moved more logs working about twenty meters from the dingy. It was up past high tide mark, almost in the bush. A dead man took my phone. Took a picture and put it back. There’s a dead man walking and he’s here. I jumped up and drew the curtains … Continue reading Old words part 3:
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