I woke up this morning and I thought I had recovered, I bent my leg
to put my slippers on, an old pair of shoes, and a rush of pain
I was knackered, so much sharp pain
So I was legless, as it hurt to walk
before the Bypass I had a Chinese doctor say he'd refer me to the
Ortho place, but my appointment arrived just after the heart stuff
so I never got around to that
Anyway I've managed to get downstairs and I can walk very slowly
SO THAT's my EXCUSE for not writing the Ivan story yet
However I'm going to try and bullet point it instead
as that's easier than writing it.
So you can see how my brain works
Ukraine can you stop laughing now, or Trump might visit if you
can provide a parade for him to look at
Now as for the rest of you thanks for reading my stuff
Butcher Baker Undertaker is being read in 5 languages as I speak
over on Wordpress. It would be out of this world if I finally got recognition
and reward, but riding a horse on the moon is more likely.
So I'll share my stuff, as it's all I can do really, though I hope I'm a good dad
Pity my daughters for years I'd write something then read it aloud to them
OK now this is how I write a story.
I make it up as I go along, and I never rewrite as a rule
It would be too boring for me
Jeffrey Archer rewrites 13 times I once read
but he has a Monet on his wall, and I have cheap oil paintings
Everybody has to write the way they like, you write for yourself
and then hope the readers like it
I cannot write any other way, and refuse to be told how/what to write
So now you know, again.
I'm rediscovering SKY music as I talk to you, I was a big fan 30 years ago
Now as I write another idea will appear and I may go right of left
A woman may walk past my window, and so she may appear in some
way in the story. Or if there are words in a song then that world will
connect to something else, so the path of the story may alter
It's light free running in my mind, or a high altitude parachute drop
so you special services readers know about that
I have to react quickly as an idea appears through the clouds
then I glide down to my ending, hopefully with a joke
ok, I'm an elephant with diarrhea looking for a patch of straw
I'm an elephant free falling in the sky looking for a haystack
splat on the page, duck or you will be splattered
your cleaning lady will be so angry with elephant pooh all over
the computer and desk
So I cast idas into the sky, like stars
then I joint them up like a child and a colouring book
when it's finished I'm relieved, just like that elephant
hopefully I don't smell like an elephant, well not nowadays
and the story on the page is sweet smelling
you laugh and tell your friend about
Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham
and have you noticed I haven't even mentioned Ivan the Terrible Boyfriend
that's why I like the way I write my stories, it's a maze that finally ends
with something better than planned nearly always, that's if you could say
I actually plan. I do think very fast, I do have 30 years plus writing
experience with 20 years Ears or radio listening before that, so 50 years,
yes I look so attractive and they'll be a queue to marry me.
So you get the idea where the stories come from and go to.
It is great that Ukraine in Europe is a big reader as Poland was, and its fun for me every day to see the figures and the graphs on my Bloggers and Wordpress
and it's nice too that the whole world is reading
The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker in Translations on my Wordpress
So now I've explained it you can try writing Ivan the Terrible boyfriend
or read my play Shoplife, I've just remembered the "boyfriend" or lorry/truck
driver in it. He will really make you laugh.
Ok. that's probably it for today, it still hurts like hell when I get off my chair to walk, or sit and pooh. I'll leave the rest to your imagination.
Just remember that elephant parachuting down looking for the haystack
that's me.
cheerio Michael Casey
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