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I know exactly how that bird feels as I try create a coherent web site. It’s like being covered in a thousand insatiable leaches. What I have is a building site or car wreck or dog of a site that refuses to do what it should. I’ve already used up four laptops because in moments of maximum anguish they seem to catch my elbow and fly off the table into the wall.
I’ve been on a twisted journey my whole life and it’s time to share the load. If you can overcome the links that go nowhere, or take you in circles and the “buttons” that do nothing and the irregular fonts you will find short stories, reports, blogs and even extracts from a novel called Modern Trials. If you can handle it there are also “movies” featuring high level political interviews and discussions with heavyweight literary figures. I am also lucky enough to have occasional contributions from Funk Moonbeam with tales of his sorry life as the leader of a good old fashioned kick-ass rock n roll band (you can hear tracks from his album Magnolia Glock at www.myspace.com/funkmoonbeam). Some of this site is fiction, but where the content is based on real events I have tried (not always successfully) to change the names of those involved to protect their shady reputations from further damage.
As for writing, what can I say. I know of no other process that is more frustrating, funny, painful, absorbing, complex, exhausting, pointless, angry and fun. Of course the web is flooded with writers. We’re drowning in blogs and tweets. Writing costs nothing (most people can steal pens and paper from work) so virtually anyone can have a bash. However, most people give up. Time is the enemy. People have jobs that they hate, families to nurture, hobbies (mine include the guitar (Les Paul, Deusenburg, Tanglewood), photography (EOS 40D), running, skiing and binge drinking), tweets to twit (oh, how mindless and dreary!) and TV to watch. These things get in the way. That last one, TV, that’s the daddy by the way. That’s the time stealer. It sucks us dry, believe me. I cannot be in the same room as The Street or Eastenders. Now they are twisted shows. The sickest joke is that every year the actors give themselves awards for reading their lines like two speed cars; quiet voices equal sensitivity or a happy passage in their life whereas shouting involves discovering that cousin Brixie is Trinity’s father etc, etc. And remember, someone is making a living from writing those scripts.
Anyway, to conclude. The greatest thing about writing is that you don’t have to say the right thing, please a boss, earn a promotion, pull a bird or be slick, clever, rich or happy. You can be yourself and that is a great joy. So sit back, chill-out and take some time to travel around this dog of a site. Linger on stories, enjoy the banter and feel free to comment. Let’s chat, get it off your chest; it’ll make you feel better. Post your comments wherever you can find a button that works, I read them all. So, what are you waiting for people?
