Greetings all and first up let's say a big thank you to Anna, Mike, Shilpa, Jo, Marion, Vanessa and Lynda. Always grand when you stop on by to vocalise your thoughts, love, like and share the contents of my humble blog.
Well today this entry is split into two disparate entities. The first relates the wonderful experience we all had yesterday in our joint Summer Solstice event. It was such a pleasure to work with Marion who is truly awesome. Yes I am 100% biased but it also happens to be true and there was a wonderful flow to the evening.
Everyone certainly felt the energy coming in and we had a fully packed evening with the night running pretty seamlessly. The great thing with online events is you can do this from the comfort of your own home and be part of a shared experience wherever you are in the world. Thank you to all those who came and joined us and onwards to new heights.
Now for something completely different. Writing. Today I thought I'd had a bash at tight writing. What do I mean by that? Compact, fast paced sentences. Whilst it's a great skill to have wonderful flowing sentences streaming into a beautiful river of creativity the opposite can be true. Short. Snappy. To the point. Move the story. What follows below isn't so much of a story per se but more a little snap shot of a little world somewhere. Have a look. What do you think of this 176 word micro snapshot?
Tight.
Energy. One elusive quality. Slam down the glass. Mint mixture poured. Down contents. Not quite in one, more one and a quarter. Wait the hit. Nothing. Just semi void space. Someone has some.”
“Looking for stuff.”
“Aren’t we all?”
“Come on, someone knows.”
Rolls his nose. Touch excuse of moustache. Three wisps dirt-wrapped.
“Maybe.”
“What you need?”
His eyes flicker green.
“You afford?”
“Yes.”
Nod over the shoulder. Full clear bag donated.
Out the back. Shove the door. Creak, so whiny. Short man with shades.
“What you want?”
“Stuff.”
“ID man?”
Show card. Two nods.
“Jab or juice?”
“Always the jab.”
“How you paying?”
Flash plastic.
Scanned. Approval.
“Be back. Sit.”
Oblige. Crazed dance music. Two zombie dogs watch. Must be stuffed.
“Roll your sleeve.”
Obey. Arm stabbed. Euphoria.
“You feel me?”
Darkness flies. Sun shining. Navel burning. I breathe.
“I do feel.”
Laughter. Go back inside. See everything. Brittle bones, hawk flesh. Good for 24. Tomorrow night, A Grade. Leave. Pumped. Stay awake. Get VFM. Last bus here. Hit the city. Time to live.
And there we are. Tonight's entry is done and all that's left for me to say is adieu and remember...keep reading.
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