To restart this blog after such a long, long absence. Watch this space.
Author / Graham Dinton
I got home from work earlier than usual, soaked from the walk. April is one of those months when I never know whether to take my raincoat. In the evenings, since Joanie finished with me, all I usually do is sit in and mope. I live in a ground floor apartment on the same block […]
My blog has suffered over the last three weeks. I hit a wall at Easter, travelled, drifted, lost confidence, rested, and did a whole pile of other stuff that meant the blog posts and twittering dried up. So now it’s Friday 27th April and I’m back and trying harder than ever. Friday posts are about […]
I woke up in 1974 to find myself wearing platform boots, and yes, I am a man. That was 1974 for you. They were silver and made me taller by an inch. Funny thing was that everyone else in the clubs wore them too so I didn’t stand out. That and my shoulder length straight […]
Such a popular song so I’ve tried to make it as obscure as I can: The houses look the same with their brick walls, white windows and front gardens freshly mown. The gravel on the drives has been swept, the hanging baskets are watered. They look empty as I walk out of the cul-de-sac where […]
This week’s story from a song lyric. A bit of drama for you. Do you know the girl’s name? We’d been going out for four months. It was brilliant. I was head over heels. She was everything to me, the girl of my dreams. We met a party and she looked gorgeous, all smiles with […]
This week’s story from a song lyric and, for once, you get a clue. The title begins with a C, as its also part of the atozchallenge. Any ideas what it could be? “If I say ‘I love you’, it’s not enough to express the way I feel about you. There’s so much more.” Charlie […]
Photo credit I set too many scenes in a coffee bar or a wine bar. I suppose it is familiar and easy and a place where I can set people to meet and talk. But it’s lazy of me and quite boring for the reader. So where should scenes be? I mean the average, everyday […]
Belinda lived with Gary for three years. They met at the 25th party of a friend of hers called Emma. Gary was standing in the kitchen, tall, dark tousled hair and scruffy t-shirt with ill-fitting denim jeans. Belinda felt an exhilarating shiver the moment they touched hands and he hugged her in welcome as if […]
Continuing with some techniques from a good book called: ‘Self-Editing for Fiction Writers’ by Renni Browne and Dave King. http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=2280 I always thought that internal thought was called interior dialogue, but that’s probably because I like to have a conversation with myself! So, I guess it’s more properly described as Interior Monologue. It’s very important […]