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Madame George
When I first moved away from my hometown to the big city (many years ago) I was kind of lonely, but I had good company in a record album I took with me: Van Morrison's Astral Weeks. No one does melancholy and commiseration quite like Morrison, and so his first solo album was getting plenty of air time at my new digs.
By Marie Wilson8 months ago in Writers
I Lost My Writing Mojo - the Story
I wrote a poem last month, indicating that I had lost my writing mojo. I Think I've Lost My Mojo!: I am pleased to report that it is back, at least partially. It was quite confronting for me for a week or so. I sat down, looked at my list of a hundred or more potential titles, and failed to get past "Go" with any of them.
By Calvin London8 months ago in Writers
But Ralf I need more on Character Creation, well then let’s get our role on! Part 1
Your probably all like … Get our role on!?!? Yes get our role on. For you see adventurers in my journey to be a better writer I happened upon … dun dun dun … D&D and Vampire The Masquerade
By WrittenWritRalf8 months ago in Writers
Why I'm Not Worried About AI
Entering our third year of a post-AI world seems to have done little to dampen the hype around it. Buzzword or not, it’s hard to ignore the vigour in which tech is determined to crown itself the new feudal lord, constantly banging the marching drum of progress to the beat of enforced adoption. As a creative, I’m just as aware of the encroachment of AI, threatening the livelihood of artists, musicians, and writers.
By Conor Matthews8 months ago in Writers
Giving Fear A Walloping. Honorable Mention in I Wrote This Challenge.
For a long time now, I've been terrified of heights. Mortified. Can’t bloody stand them. Ever since the first moment I went up somewhere high, I knew I wanted to be on safe ground. If heaven and hell really do exist in their stereotypical positions, I think I know which one I'd rather be in.
By Euan Brennan8 months ago in Writers
Alone In A Tavern
The tavern was practically identical to thousands of others the Bounty Hunter had stopped in over the years. From the corner, a man stood up to approach them. The Hunter kept their groan internal. Women who took up the Hunt were rare, and there was always someone who had an ego big enough to try to flirt. Even if Victoria hadn't seen her husband in two years now, after her horse went lame and forced a delay that made her miss the rendevous, (then he'd been late, and sent a letter ahead to go on without him, and then...) she was still married, and those vows meant something.
By Natasja Rose8 months ago in Writers




