Including Sunday Scribblings, One Single Impression and Heads or Tails.
Have you had a go yet?
Yes listen up, because this IS important. Well, to me anyway. This Sunday Scribblings prompt couldn’t be more timely. You see, I’ve been assessing where I’m going with this blog.
Now, before jumping to conclusions, I cannot see me ever stopping blogging, so this is NOT a goodbye. Class it as a re-hello (I’ve invented a new word!). Two new directions have opened up recently – namely Twitter, and a look back at 25 years of my writings.
The former has filled me with ideas.
I want to expand them on this blog; the latter has decided me to begin editing and serialising many of my major essays and stories. I began this process this week. Initial instalments are linked below. Why not take a look?
This blog is over two years old now and I’m approaching half a million hits. I’ve developed the ‘magazine post’, which I’ve enjoyed, but am finding it too restrictive. Hence, my serialisations will be longer, but my future blog posts will be shorter, and far more frequent, going more with how I’m feeling at the time (Brit News, Tweets, etc, will still appear, but in comment #1 of my posts).
I’ll certainly be continuing with the prompts – I love doing these – but apart from the serialisations, things may be a little chaotic around here as I experiment and re-find my voice. I hope you continue to come along for the ride.
© Anthony North, March 2009
Island of the Beast – Chapter One
Masocology – Chapter One
FORK IN THE ROAD
Left after right, walking on,
Not looking around; not singing a song,
Come to a fork – do I turn this way or that?
Such decisions – getting to the fact;
If only I’d been told what to do,
For me the options are so very few;
Robots do only what their programs pledge,
And that’s why I walked straight into the hedge
(c) Anthony North, March 2009
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ULRIKA AND THE ZONE – Fiction
Ulrika Feyn was a star traveller entrapped in the universal mind. She simply had to think of being somewhere and she was. One eon she found herself drawn to a deep area of what she could only class as psychic activity.
As she approached, thoughts seemed to whirl around the universal ether. Some seemed soothing, whilst most were a rage. If ever there was a state called Chaos, thought Ulrika, this was it.
‘Do you like my Voice Zone?’ boomed Uni Mind as she existed on the edge. Ulrika thought ‘no’, she found it terrifying. But she had to ask what it was.
‘This is my gift to all sentient lifeforms,’ It answered. ‘When I think a species may be ready for the next phase, I’ll send a Voice and someone will pick it up.’
Ulrika seemed to get the gist of what Uni Mind was saying. ‘You mean this is the centre of inspiration, making people geniuses?’ she thought.
‘That’s right – at least, when it works.’
‘And when it doesn’t?’
‘Oh, they go mad.’
© Anthony North, March 2009
SPRING, AND SPRING, AND SPRING, AND …
For years and years, come beautiful Spring,
Couldn’t get the hang of this gardening,
Moved a lot, every year or two,
Flowers that grew were very few;
Settled, at last! A home for ever,
Novice, old bones,
Phew!!!
Gardening – an endeavour
(c) Anthony North, March 2009
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STOP PRESS – STOP PRESS – STOP PRESS
Try the first of my new, leaner, shorter posts now
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