This week, I want to get to know you. Pretend money is no object, describe your perfect office or writing location, or make it up, make it random or describe the craziest place you’ve worked.
I wrote this 52-word piece first… Maybe the craziest place I have written…
Sitting here, right now is probably the loudest writing spot I use!
For the last two years, I manage to squeeze in an hour’s writing time at my children’s Dhol Lesson!
Imagine… Between four and twelve large drums beating, often not in time, providing me with inspiration… and often a headache too!
Then the drums provided me with inspiration to write a 52-word poem too! (Hope this is allowed Sacha!)
As a writer I have no home
I have no writerly fixed abode
In the dining room or on my bed
I scribe the stories in my head
My phone, tablet, laptop too
Occasionally, while on the loo!
But to have a space that’s truly mine
Now that would simply be divine!
And I tweeted my writer space photos to @Sacha_Black too, tagging #writespiration
This week’s edition will be on (drumroll please)…Chase Holfelder’s cover of Every Breath You Take (originally by The Police).Feel free to base responses of anything to do with the song, I always enjoy any different takes!
Now this is a take on a song I knew previously as just the Police original version!
I know if you listen to the lyrics, they are kinda creepy, but Sting singing it made much more of a romantic impression… Chase Holfelder’s version, though very good, had me looking behind my shoulder.. so unsettling!!!
Inspiring, in all sorts of ways!!
I know you don’t want me to know, but I do.
Ever since we split up, you’ve avoided me, blocked me on all social media, not returned my messages or any of my phone calls.
But I still know.
It’s Brett, isn’t it?
I know you said he had nothing to do with it, but I’m not so sure now.
I saw you, leaving his place the other morning at 7 am… after arriving at 10.43 pm the night before…
Ok, yes, hands up, I‘ve been following you. Every breath you take, every move you make, I’ll be watching you.
Sitting here
I reminisce
Think of all
Those things I miss
All those moments that
We shared
All those feelings
When we cared
What went wrong
I’ll never know
Yet watching the tide
Come and go
I’ll think
Of you
And our love
So true
That monument
Marks where we’d meet
The secrecy
Turned up the heat
But then you said
we had to stop
Our idyllic bubble
You made to pop…
You left me there
And walked away
But memories
Are here to stay
