My Scrabble Bag Is Empty
My Scrabble Bag Is Empty
I wanted a G
To thank God
For knowing you
I needed an O
To operate as if
Everything was okay
Another O
And I could have said
If only
A letter D
Then I could see
Your name for one last time
With the letter B
Then beautiful thoughts
Could have been shared
If only I had the ...
Saturday 19th October 2013 1:42 am
Three thirty-three
Just a bit of background to this blog entry. For 4 years I suffered with Chronic Cluster Headaches. Also called Suicide Headaches, these have been termed the worse pain known to man. I don't know if that is right or not but I do know of the devastating effect they had upon my own life and that of my friends and family.
I'm now fitted with a neurostimulator that works and stops the headach...
Thursday 17th October 2013 11:03 pm
It Has To Start Somewhere....
It's Been Bad Since My Editor Died
It’s been bad since my editor died.
He was the one who had final say on which words should leave and which words should stay. There was sometimes negotiation whilst the reorientation of words took place but he always had the last word.
It’s been bad since my editor died.
His brutal strokes with his big blue pencil were delivered without malice or sco...
Tuesday 15th October 2013 10:53 am
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