Rejection Is Not Feedback

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I need a sweater. So I go to the mall. (The mall is a temple of consumerism with an indoor ski slope overlooked by The Cheesecake Factory, because I live in Dubai.)

The first store specializes in argyle sweaters. Argyle is just not my thing. Do I:

A) Assume this brand is garbage and everything they will ever make is argyle.

B) Say “no thank you,” and head for another store, dismissing argyle from my mind because it’s not that big a deal, I’m shopping all day anyway and hey, someone else is going to love diamond plaids.

In the second store, I see a terrific red sweater. It’s got sleeves of exactly the right length and those cool little thumbholes so you can pull the wristbands over your hands, and it’s super soft. Then I look at the tag…

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Garden Party

Looks great!

Letters from Athens

GARDEN PARTY is a weird and wonderful short film, which I discovered on SLIPPERY EDGE, a blog that, in their own words, is ‘focused on the exploration of beauty and creativity. As such our articles aim to showcase these qualities, and to do so we present you with a number of different contemporary professional artists, art students & creators from around the globe, in all domains of arts.’

It’s a great blog for discovering all sorts of new artists, and I urge you all to take a look. However, it is not a WP blog, so I could not discover how to re-post – I just managed to embed the film.

GARDEN PARTY is a short, animated film about two frogs who take over a deserted, if luxurious house. It has already picked up numerous awards. But I shall say no more, just let you discover it for yourselves…

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Promoting a fellow blogger

Loved Pope on the Dole – a very talented individual David Miller – check him out! Also one of the smartest people I know!


My good blogging friend David Miller has been away from the blogs for some time now. As well as working on a new novel, he has been writing song lyrics for his musical partner, Chris Almoada. Chris’ band produces a great rockabilly sound, real foot-tapping stuff from the old school, and David is his lyricist. After a lot of work, those lyrics are now available on Facebook, for all to see. As I do not have a Facebook account, I cannot like or comment, unfortunately. But if you can, then please do.

As well as writing these lyrics, David is an accomplished writer of Limericks, and has published books too. His last novel, ‘Pope On The Dole’, was a quirky and amusing read that I thoroughly enjoyed. David works from his home in Nevada, close to Las Vegas, and also enjoys hiking in the desert and mountainous countryside there. I…

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Warning … This blog post has COOTIES!!


Books: Publishing, Reading, Writing

No, not really. Please have no fear of catching anything deadly and do read on …

Remember when we were standing around in a group of friends in the school yard before school began at 9 a.m. or during recess? There was always that one girl or boy we shunned, using the excuse that they had COOTIES and we would all catch cooties, too, if we associated with them in any way.

Now, we knew these kids, our peers and fellow classmates, were not actually carrying a communicable disease, but the thought that they might gave us all an excuse for excluding them from our circle. (And I admit I was also one of those who shivered at the thought of catching cooties, although later I did become friends with at least one of those girls who had been thus named as a Cootie Bearer. And I’m pretty sure I…

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Over There

A great example of fiction used to make an anti-war statement.


This is a work of fiction. A short story of 1580 words.

Clyde was only fifteen years old when the Japs bombed Pearl Harbour. He didn’t even know where Hawaii was, but he knew that he was mad at the Japs. Every man seemed to be joining up, right after. Clyde asked his Dad when he could go, but the old man told him, “Wait a while son, and it might all be over. Anyway, you’re too young now”.

Dad worked at the factory in Kenosha, making engines for Chrysler on the production line. But he wanted better for Clyde; wanted him to go to college, and make something of his life. When Dad had finished with the newspaper, Clyde would read about the war. The Limeys had lost Singapore, and the Germans were not doing so well in Russia. They listened to the radio news too, Alistair Cooke, and…

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Posts from Your Archives – Pete Johnson with Not Waving but Drowning

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Not Waving but Drowning – Pete Johnson

Stevie Smith wrote this famous poem, in 1957. If you have never heard of it, here is a link;

I did not become aware of this poem until the 1970s, and considered it to be a fine piece of work. More than that, it had a connection for me, that even now, is painful to recall. I must start by saying, by way of a disclaimer, that many of the events recounted in this post were told to me later, by my parents. (Though despite my youth at the time, I do actually remember the main occurrence, as if it happened yesterday). This also applies to the exact geography of the location, a place I have never visited since, and which may well have changed, over time.

In the year that this poem was published, I was five years old. Though hard…

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