Harpo
Getting away with it
I'm embarking on a new "cosmic nonsense" slab of my ongoing BlahBlah. Throwing reality in the air and seeing which bits do what while they're up there.
wasn't sure you had a reality to throw Harpo?I'm embarking on a new "cosmic nonsense" slab of my ongoing BlahBlah. Throwing reality in the air and seeing which bits do what while they're up there.
At the moment. Nothing.
I'm finding it really difficult to find the drive to start writing.
I have so many ideas, for so many different stories, but as soon as I open a document... nothing.
I try just writing anything to get started, but it doesn't last and within 30 minutes I'm closing the document in frustration.
I wouldn't trust any that you find, honestly, Its better to have a few, that way you can try throwing alternate one's around. See what sticks there.I never claimed it was mine
Well, my actual where-I-live reality hasn't changed much since I moved here. One mast went up, and that a good thing because it means no houses will ever be built there to block my view of the highest hill in the Outer Hebrides.
About a mile away in that same sort of direction there are two wind turbines that went up a couple of years ago, I visited one when it was in kit form lying around on the back of flatbeds.
My house and those of my neighbours was built in the early 80s, I've been told by a neighbour who's lived in her house since the late 70s.
My view is mostly peat bogs and heather, which hasn't changed in quite a while.
About a mile away in that direction is the Atlantic Ocean, and that's actually younger than the Lewissian Gneiss beach it washes upon.
Yeah, my reality's quite nice really.
There must be a story that can develop based on this bowl of fire.Oh, I meant fire bowl.
There must be a story that can develop based on this bowl of fire.