Some authors I have been reading for many years, I have ones whose books I just keep an eye out for. This one is in my top half a dozen and brings a thrill to my heart when I find one of his books I find them in the oddest places, once found a copy go The Zap Gun in an English Pub in Eastbourne, In East Sussex, I bought a pint and a book. Still on my shelf.

If you don't know The Zap Gun dig it out from somewhere, enjoy. The author is Philip K Dick. Yes oh you go the blade runner guy. Yes but So much more than that. If you know anything about him then you would need to read, The Exegesis of Philip K Dick. I have begun it. Seek it out enjoy. as I am doing right after I finish this post.

beginning another story.....

As a dyslexic, I love words I enjoy to read and to tell a story is a delight, so I now write them down. Here is a beginning to one that had been abandoned. Now I have returned to and am playing with it again. Enjoy 

It’s funny how you remember things: smells, or tastes, colours or sounds. With this being my very last breath, I really don’t mind that there are no more breaths after this one. Still, not to worry. Everything will be finished after this. Ahhhhh.

That was the end. 

Getting there, though…to the end… well, that is the story. It is the story of a boy who was bored. His name is Hugh. Hugh Benjamin Braithwaite. He has a dad whose name is… and a mum called. .. Because you need both of those to be born. When Hugh Benjamin Braithwaite was born, he opened his eyes, and they were blue. He looked out at the world as if it were a curious place and that it should be very grateful that Hugh Benjamin Braithwaite had been born. He was a happy baby. He had his own bed, in his own room, and a cupboard full of toys. But most of all, he had a growing collection of books. He even had books with no words in for him to fill up with his own words when he was ready to. As soon as he learned his words, Hugh started to make up stories, and he kept a diary from a very early age. His first diary entries were just dashes and squiggles as he learned new motor skills. Then he drew pictures before he moved on to words. Pictures of houses and of people and of the stories in the books on his shelves. He drew pictures of paintings in the art galleries he visited, and of exhibits he saw at museums.

Then one day there was a terrible accident. This wasn’t just the sort of accident where you drop something and make a mess. This was a life and death sort of accident. Hugh Benjamin Braithwaite lost someone he loved. I lost someone I loved.

Let me tell you what happened. It was a beautiful day in the summer. The sun was shining, the flowers were blooming, the bees were buzzing, and everything was as it should be. It was a grand day for having a picnic. And that is what my family decided to do. We were having a picnic in the valley, with sandwiches, juice, Scotch eggs and coleslaw. There was fruit for pudding. It was a glorious picnic up until the landslide. 

Rocks started to fall on our picnic. My mother was suddenly trapped under a very large rock. It crushed her flat. The grass was still growing, the bees were still buzzing, but my dad sat in the grass and cried. There was nothing he could do. In the end he stood up and walked away. 

That was the day my dad became a troll hunter. Some people think trolls are not very clever. But they are very strong and very hard. They are useful for some things like working in foundries and mines, doing hard, manual things. To catch trolls you have to annoy them first. You have to have a troll pit. You have to drop them in and then cover them with nets and tie them with ropes. One of the grand things about trolls is.....

There is more, but you will never know sorry about that but not much. Thanks for reading Have a good day

As a dyslexic I am struck by ideas in sometimes odd ways. Sometimes it is in the presentation of an idea, a thought, and they can on occasions just make me smile. As this did a poorly constructed sentence, which leads to an odd idea in my head, clothing with health issues.......

As a dyslexic, somethings are difficult Math is difficult. Well I have an emotional response to Math, mostly it is based in animosity, dislike bordering on rage, I find Math difficult, yes I don't like it. I have not passed on my dislike to my daughter. I have revealed and delighted in her perseverance and skill. Out off this and our joint enjoyment of the television show "Numbers"while watching it a book got a mention, I wondered if it was real and guess what it is.  So I bought a copy. Now to read it

Why write poetry if there's no percentage in it?

So it its all about life and living it. So the answer is do something about it today now don't wait, It is not about money or envy, or stuff or pain it is about the art of being content now, not tomorrow. If you rare waiting for someone else to deliver your contentment. You are going to be disappointed. Again. So pause, take a deep breath and live now building for contentment, In who you are today. It just so much fun being alive. To abuse a Bon Jovi lyric "I'll sleep when I am dead"

It is not sleep it is death that is much worse.

"Why write poetry if there's no percentage in it?"  Gregory Benford in Jupiter Project page 14, Bantam Spectra Books 1990

Tired, so sleep

There are somethings that can set someone thinking, what do you do when you are tired and worn out. Th temptation to believe that when I am tired I am smarter wiser than I actually am. It is at this moment it is time to stop, to rest. What does that look like? For me it is to sit and watch Charlie Chaplin's The Gold Rush this evening with my wife and daughter. Then to write and think about the God I love and worship. After that a warm drink and to sleep till 5 am the next morning. I like rest make sure you get yours.

so writing is in the blog title.

Here is the unedited script for a children's picture book (Use your imagination and make the nosies out loud it is best that way!!!)

Synopsis: Animal Orchestra

When you are put bed, do you wonder what happens down stairs?

In this house, when Jack tries to sleep elephants, walruses, hippos, and gibbons all come round to play music.  Will Jack ever get to sleep? 

Animal Orchestra

“Good night Jack. Sleep well.”

Briiiing, Briiiing. A hoof on a door bell.

There on the step are five Grevy’s Zebras each carrying a violin.

Come in.

Sitting on the sofa they start to tune up: Screeech, Hoooowl, HUMMMMMM.

Will you keep the noise down!!!!! I can’t sleep with all that noise!!!!

Tap-tap-tap on the door.

“Can I come in?” asks the White Rhino  with a Double Bass

Rhino tunes up, too. Dum Dum Dum, Screeech, Hoooowl, HUMMMMMM.

Will you keep the noise down!!!!! I can’t sleep with all that noise!!!!

Rat-at-at, Rat-at-at, Rat-at-at on the door.  An elephant with drums and cymbals.

The African Elephant tunes up. Boom boom tap tish tish, Dum Dum Dum, Screeech, Hoooowl, HUMMMMMM.

Will you keep the noise down!!!!! I can’t sleep with all that noise!!!!

Thud slap splat on the door. 

There on the step are three Walruses with trumpets and a Blue Ringed  octopus with a triangle.

Walruses start to blow. Toot Toooooooottttttttttttttttttttt. TING TING ting goes the octopus.  Boom boom tap tish tish, Dum Dum Dum, Screeech, Hoooowl, HUMMMMM.

Will you keep the noise down!!!!! I can’t sleep with all that noise!!!!

Snap snap scratch on the door.

There on the step are two Gharial Crocodiles carrying trombones.

The crocodiles pucker up and Parp Paaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrppppppp!  Paaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrp! Toot Toooooooottttttttttttttttttttt, TING TING ting, Boom boom tap tish tish, Dum Dum Dum, Screeech, Hoooowl, HUMMMMM.

Will you keep the noise down!!!!! I can’t sleep with all that noise!!!!

Plunk Plunk Plunk Thud on the door.

There on the step are four Lar Gibbons with guitar cases and three hippos in high heels and sequinned dresses.

Gloria, Geraldine, and Grace warm up their vocal cords. Laaaaaaaaaa, Laaaaaaaaa, Laaaaaaaaaaaa, Laaaaaaaaaaa, The Lar Gibbons get ready, Strumm plink plink Struuuuuum, plink, Parp Paaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrppppppp!  Paaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrp! Toot Toooooooottttttttttttttttttttt, TING TING ting, Boom boom tap tish tish, Dum Dum Dum, Screeech, Hoooowl, HUMMMM.

Will you keep the noise down!!!!! I can’t sleep with all that noise!!!!

A gentle tap of dad’ s conductors baton brings  silence. He raises his hands.

Ahhhh Now I can sleep.

ZZZZZZ PUPPHH!! ZZZZZZ PUPPHH!! ZZZZZZ PUPPHH!! ZZZZZZ PUPPHH!!

Gloria, Geraldine, and Grace the hippos, the Lar Gibbons, gharial Crocodiles, walruses,  Blue ringed octopus, African elephant, white rhino and the Grevy’s zebras all drop their instruments and cover their ears.

We can’t play with all that noise!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

fear

Yesterday I went fishing, i am not scared of fishing, I like catching fish I like learning to be a better fisherman. Yes because I am one.  But anyway that is not my fear. One of the most completely and utterly unnerving things I have done was this, first you need to understand something about my dyslexia. I have great spacial awareness, I know how wide long the mass and volume when I am in it, the same with a motorcycle. So anyway fishing out in the Spencer Gulf heading between fishing spots having a great day. When I am asked if I want to drive the boat, I have never done this before, not really been interested in doing it either. But never been one to do something new or interesting or fun, I said yes sure in a confident tone. So I swap seats and am sitting behind the wheel. I have a compass thing that is my aiming guide it is off to the right of me, a depth gauge, and the comforting sound of a boat engine. I have never done anything this difficult in along time. Watching a horizon watching a compass and watching a depth gauge, The level on concentration was almost painful, and the most scary bit is the fixation that occurred in me to attempt to keep the two indicators on the compass in place. Then my loss of ability to watch all the other things that matter.

The most and completely unnerving bit was I had no idea how big it was I was totally at sea and no idea of the scale of what I was in. I have not been the disconcerted in an age. Would I do it again, you bet. under the care and guidance of my captain yep anytime. I can better at this fear won't stop me

Have a great day, go fishing have fun

is it worth it

The short answer is yes, but what is it. Will I choose to grow, and what is that I will grow in? As a dyslexic reading has always been easy, that has never been my problem, writing and sequencing is it  shows in my spelling (which is easier with a computer!!!) and grammar punctuation. I just am terrible at it. When I stop to think I put in a full stop. even if I am only half way through a thought. I t does make it fun to read back anyway.

So it is worth it, the practise of writing is only ever in the practise, do it, do it again, keep doing it. Do it anyway. Keep going. Don't stop. Then when it feels done, give it to some else to see, read, and learn from them. It is worth it.  Risk something Today

Old things for fun and joy

Read a book a book written before you were born, Winston Churchill six volumes on the Second World War, is what I have started, so will take while, a film from before I was born will be The Maltese Falcon, never seen it yet, wonder what else I have missed, just keeping an eye out in the local library does mean i can pick them up for free.

Winston does raise a question who is in government and is not being listened to. also how would I know?

gettting help

When you need help the best helper is the one who has done it before you have to learn it just like the blog lark, my wife knows more than me and i am learning from her, she is good i am just not a good leaner yet