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It's just an age thing...

Probably? I guess?

An urge? Desire? Just a feeling really,
To have a rocker on the porch, sit and slowly drink a pint or three of pear cider and watch the world, and his dog, go by. Only, in my world, you wouldn't want to do that. Oh it's not such a bad area I suppose with many of the social problems imagined and/or exaggerated but my porch, if had one, certainly wouldn't be a place for sitting.
And I find myself having leanings, does that sound right?, toward a coffee morning that takes place at my local "church on the square" every Saturday, 10.00. 'til 12.00. apparently, but that's more out of curiosity really, curious about the types who organise and run these functions, and a genuine willingness to make a contribution in some way. I often imagine myself circulating with the minions, oh god that sounds awful, armed with pen and notebook, with a view to attempting some kind of written account y'know? Oh dear, I'm not getting old, I am old.
I think I'd like to have a kind of "fly on the wall presence" at one of those gatherings but it's simply isn't possible, Saturday is shopping day.

Life eh?

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Go do it Eleanor Roosevelt coined the phrase "do one thing a day that scares you"
If your worried buy a white cane and wear sun glasses. No one will notice you looking. Oh yes through the eyes of a blind man you will see the world Take a pen and note book. Make heading points for writing later
get a small white card same size as a business card and write " Gofa sent me " on it and give it to any one who enquires what are you doing.
further make it on the way to do shopping so you can do both.
if some lovely woman approaches you to take you home for her pleasure you can fall back on "Oh no i have not done the shopping yet"
 
Gofa, you must be psychic, re the lovely woman, no I haven't and best not go there. I've fancied sitting in on one of those coffee morning gigs for a long time now but who the hell am I to be thinking of such things? I don't know if I could approach strangers anyway and what if someone approach me? Especially a lovely woman. :hopelessness: With my totally unkept and dishevlled look, such that it is I might get offered sheltered accomodation or at the very least a cup of hot soup on the house.
Also, I really don't have time for dalliances , at that time of the week I'm totally pooped. Really would like to give it a try though. Maybe in the summer. I think I said that last year. We'll see.

I like the "Gofa sent me " idea. If asked who's Gofa I could reply with "go f' coffee", just one sugar with that please.
 
I think about adultery as a subject for a story, have it all mapped out, sort of, but there would be a need for research, there's stuff that I know nothing of, and my imagination, not to mention my writing ability leave much to be desired. I'd have to live it I'm afraid and although I couldn't possibly in my wildest dreams imagine,,, well no that's not entirely accurate either, never say never eh?

And before knives are drawn let me just say that if there ever was a case to be made, extenuating circumstances etc., for such an excursion I claim it but I don't see it happening. I mean, if I had the time, do I / would I really want to?
 
And before knives are drawn let me just say that if there ever was a case to be made, extenuating circumstances etc., for such an excursion I claim it but I don't see it happening. I mean, if I had the time, do I / would I really want to?

Kodachrome by Paul Simon. From memory
If you put all the girls I knew when I was single.
Put then in a room for one night.
Would not meet my sweet imagination
everything looks worse in black and white

oh yes There begineth and endeth the lesson
 

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