Here I am at the edge

A disabled writer's world MDK3 - I don't know how I feel about the impending loss of the use of my legs through my MD. I can say one thing I am not angry at the way things turned out; it's nobody's fault I have bad genes. If anything I am sad as I had plans for the Spring and Summer. I am considering cancelling the EPV as I can't stand without knowing I'll be in pain for days.

Great compliments Over the years, many people have paid me compliments on either my writing or the volume of my writing, but one of the greatest compliments I have been paid is that several people said I think like a Jew. This is probably because like the Jews, I have had to fight for what little I have and I can understand their struggle to survive.

A short story excerpt for the day This story continues from the link    https://hereiamattheedgeblogspotcouk.wordpress.com/2017/08/31/wagons-ho/   . The Commanche didn't wait to form up, their rifles firing from the grass were occupying the men in the wagons. A surprise attack wasn't the element, the force stormed the hill and rampaged across the plain, their war cries chilling the blood of the men as they tried to take aim. Jonas took a quick glance at the situation and yelled, "Clem, can you and your men cover the rifles in the grass? If you can keep their heads down, we may get out of this." Clem looked across at his friend and replied, "We ain't got many guns and little ammunition, but we'll do what we can for you, Jonas. Sgt. Dawkins, take some men over to our left and fire at the rifle flashes. Make each shot count, this could be our last stand!" Dawkins saluted and signalled for four men to follow him as he jumped from the wagon. It d

St. Eval, Devon This story is fiction but the crash was real. The two friends were enjoying an evening meal when Dave said, "Do you think you are able to take a trip to an old RAF base, Alec?" Alec thought about his deteriorating health and replied, "Yes, where did you have in mind?" Dave commented, "Have you heard of St. Eval in Devon?" "I can't say I have, but as you say it's in Devon and most of Devon is near the coast, am I to assume it is a Coastal Command Airbase?" "You are right, it is Coastal Command. I had a call from a friend of mine last week, he says he thinks he saw a ghost walking the airfield dressed in a USAAF uniform. I know you believe in spirits trapped in this realm as you write a lot about the subject. I was wondering if you'd like to pay the area a visit to see if anything is happening?" "You know me, Dave, any spiritual exercise and you can count me in. If it weren't so far, I would have

Bristol's award-winning writer With falling  e-book  sales, it is hard for me to remember that I once wrote an award-winning story    www.amazon.com/dp/B008BEDMSO .  ​ That was five years ago, in what seems to me to be another life.

400 short stories At the end of last year, my editor asked me to judge how many short stories I had written, the idea was to convince me that my writing has value.  At the time of the question, I had written close to 400 short stories, and only thrown two out. As I haven't written much this year because sales have continued to fall https://www.draft2digital.com/book/34522 , the figure is about the same.

We shall remember them. From Elgar to Vaughn Williams      https://www.draft2digital.com/book/32122   is a short story I wrote to commemorate the fallen of the many wars.  My late grandfather was saved by his helmet after being bayoneted in the trenches.  The lark ascending by Vaughan Willams is a tune that always brings tears to my eyes, it exemplifies the massive changes that #WW1 brought to the UK. So many large families lost heirs that the workforce returned to the farms and left the big houses in ruins.

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