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100 Words, 100 Days: Day 71. On Nice.

Wish You Were Here?

One of my least favourite sayings currently doing the rounds, especially in the bar trade, is “It’s nice to be nice.” Really…is it? Sometimes it’s nicer not to be nice. Sometimes you can get a hell of a lot of satisfaction just by being rude to people who deserve it. Of course, you can turn the other cheek – but why leave yourself open to another assault. It doesn’t make sense.

There is another nice – Nice, in the South of France. If you’re looking for me in the coming week, that’s where you’ll find me, lying on a beach, having fun.

 

 

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 45. On Change.

Most of us have a pocket or purse full of loose change, yet we’ll pay for something small, like a bottle of Coke, with a twenty or larger. In this respect, we like change. We like how it rattles and chings in our pocket.

Most of us call for change, whether it’s of government policies or government itself. We demand change in our living circumstances.

But when change affects us directly, we don’t like it. We are averse to having less change that rattles and chings in our pockets and purses.

How does change affect your life? Or does it?

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 42. On Frenzy.

The writer Dorothy Parker is famous for saying, “I hate writing, I love having written.” Last night I knew exactly how she felt. After scrubbing pretty much everything I wrote for Mandy Ward’s Welcome to Wherever website, I started a new story from scratch.

Working to a deadline is not my strong suit but at a frenzied pace, I wrote a 2,200 word short story in less than two hours. It was hard work, but damn if I didn’t feel an extraordinary sense of achievement once it was done. It may not be my best work (what is?) but it feels good.

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 41. On Expectations, Great or Otherwise.

The Great Mr Dickens

If I’ve learned anything over the last few years, it’s to not expect anything from the people around me. I don’t mean this to sound callous. It’s a fact of life for me. Nothing in this world is guaranteed, except our inevitable death and some form of taxation.

As a writer I expect to write. I don’t expect others to read what I write, nor do I expect other writers to write what I want to read. I feel that if I can at least match my own expectations, then I’m on the right (write?) road.

Here’s another Great Expectations:

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 24. On Moving Ahead.

An email from a great and respected friend only confirmed what I already knew. The apparent success of these mini-blogs has inspired me to go one step further.

From next week, as well as continuing my 100 Words, 100 Days project, I shall begin a new series tentatively titled Adventures in Writing. I look forward to the challenge of putting down my own views on the creative process that has fascinated me from a very young age.

I have some set ideas to start off the series, but where it eventually leads to, I have no real clue. Let’s see, shall we?

WOOHOO!

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 22. On Reading.

If you really want to know me, ask me what I’m reading. If you want to know me better than most, ask why I’m reading what I’m reading. Better still, ask me why I read. You might be surprised by the answer. I have to read. If I don’t, my brain goes into atrophy, my well of creativity runs dry, and I’m no use to anyone including myself.

A friend popped in today with a late birthday present: Bill Bryson’s At Home: A Short History of Private Life. In order to allow my creativity to flourish, reading the same genres time and again is not an option. More on this later.