Hello Good People
A woeful story
Yesterday I decided to run the vacuum cleaner around the flat, just for old time’s sake. Got it out, plugged in, turned on. Zilch. Nothing. Kaput.
I tried a few times, to no avail, so gave up – happily, it has to be said. I decided it had to be the fuse in the machine. So, I made a cup of coffee and watched a bit of telly, the redundant fuse on the table. I was also thinking. Then a light bulb went on in my mind. I got up, put the fuse back in the blasted machine and tried again. BINGO! It was working. I decided to celebrate by putting off vacuuming until the morrow.
Can you Adam and Eve it, I hadn’t used the wretched machine for so long, I’d forgotten where the on/off switch was!! Well, actually, it wasn’t quite that straightforward. I may be dumb, but I ain’t stupid!
‘BLOOD’ The continuing writing of
I’m now into doing the final draft of the first part. In the original concept, it should have been the second part. Also, yet again, whilst laying in bed, settling down to sleep, I had an idea, which in turn meant I had to re-write anyway. As any writer/would-be writer will tell you, the first time we “hear” the story, we’re “telling it” to ourselves.
The first part is relatively straightforward, as it’s in modern, straightforward prose. However, it is the second part I really look forward to. It is then that I adopt a style I refer to as ‘mood writing’, a somewhat Gothic spin, as I try to articulate the thoughts of an insane man. ‘What’s that?,’ I hear you ask. ‘Edgar Allan Poe?’ Yes, I suppose so. Nothing new under the sun, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, etc., etc. Anyway, it beats tangling with a vacuum cleaner!