The Shining Thought…

In the words of Stephen King: "I've always believed in God. I also think that's the sort of thing that either comes as part of the equipment, the capacity to believe, or at some point in your life, when you're in a position where you actually need help from a power greater than yourself, you... Continue Reading →

Strange Fruit…

I have just stopped my morning's writing but will be returning to it later as it is now flying along. My form of writing provides as many surprise to me as it does to the reader. When you are in the zone, it is like a fugue state, the world of your book is clearer... Continue Reading →

The Touch Of Nothing…

… the highest and most decisive experience of all, … is to be alone with his own self, or whatever else one chooses to call the objectivity of the psyche. The patient must be alone if he is to find out what it is that supports him when he can no longer support himself. Only... Continue Reading →

The Final Thaw…

There was no clock and therefore there was no time. He had a memory of a steady knocking, but that was no more. As with most declines, it started with only the tiniest of momentum.  However, the inevitable and irreparable course was set. There was a creeping realisation that movement was happening; he was passing... Continue Reading →

The Thaw 5 …

The clock told him that it was 5 o'clock. There was no knocking at his door, but he wondered why he should have ever thought there would be. He was in his bed. His feet felt like blocks of ice and his bladder was pointing out the obvious; he was a very old man who... Continue Reading →

The Thaw 3…

It was the freezing air that tried to enter.  For a moment he stood, transfixed by what had taken place. The world had changed and it was waiting for him. One small step and he was through the door. He wore only flimsy slippers, worn away to the bone. He wanted to turn back. He... Continue Reading →

The Thaw 2…

Beyond his window was winter. It had finally arrived. A long-awaited smile cracked beneath the surface of his leathered skin. He inhaled the cold air that had perpetrated beyond the pane of glass...at Last.  "So, you have returned to me." The empty world gave no response.  He watched the frozen landscape, and the moon, impaled... Continue Reading →

The Thaw…

If anyone had told him about climate change in the past, he would have scoffed. 'Tree-huggers,' he would have muttered. These days, that was different. He was awake again. A full bladder told him that he not only had to visit the lavatory, but that he was getting older. This happened to men past a... Continue Reading →

The Stranger In The Woods…

'A meditation on solitude, wilderness and survival.' Wall Street Journal I had heard about this story only recently and it piqued my interest. When writing Read After Burnout, I had often considered what it would be like to escape from the mayhem of Everyday Madness. The fellow in the story, Christopher Knight, did just that,... Continue Reading →

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