Hello.
Another double header this week; this time of stuff I wouldn’t normally post (and probably shouldn’t now).
Things that might be better left unsaid
writing
Further Examination of the Anti-Art Writer’s Block
It’s such a cliché to ask a writer if they get and what they do about Writer’s Block. However, if you do have any good remedies, would love to know; have had it twenty years now, as the following ‘poetry’ goes to show.
How to Make Writing First Person Narrations Easy as Baking a Cake (assuming you’re a really good baker)
Talking of cake; have I bitten off more than I can chew by not only giving out such thoughtful, valuable advice, but also in the form of poetry too? You be the judge: Continue reading
What Value Reviews?
The last post looked at why reviews for products/services offered to self-publishers might be outright lies to not quite what they seem, and how to potentially spot them.
This post looks at reviews for books and the shady goings-ons that can equally be found involved with them too:
Oh, Rather!
About words, well, one word in particular.
To Do List or Not To Do List?
There’s something that really bugs me about To Do lists. Once it was only a mild irritation. Then one day in a meeting the person sitting next to me not only did it, but kept running their pen over the words again and again to the point I’m sure it would’ve been ad infinitum if the meeting hadn’t ended.
Now just the thought of it drives me insane with a pure rage and utter fury, that much like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon, has manifested as the beautiful verse below:
Hollywood
A poem about Hollywood and the events recently in the spotlight there. Events present from its conception. Events present every and any where else too. Even way back before anyone ever knew films could be made or that there’d be a whole town dedicated to doing so when they could. Continue reading
N. P. Ryan vs. Social Media
Facebook is a Flipping Pest.
Anytime I check my page, it bugs me to post something without the slightest care, concern or regard for whether I actually have anything worth saying. Continue reading
