If writing is a performance art then I’m tap dancing in wellies.
My Life In Movies
Is it 1974 already? Time flies when you’re enjoying yourself. Gonna cheat my favourite this year because, if I’m honest, my favourite is Blazing Saddles (Mel Brooks), but that’s the number one box-office movie of the year so picking that would be boring and I’d rather talk about a lesser seen movie. Officially though: Blazing Saddles.
My Life In Movies
Movies have always been my first love. As much as I enjoy writing fiction these days, I came to that through a lifetime of enjoying movies; studying movies; writing about movies; getting angry at strangers on the internet about movies…you get the idea. It was attempts to write screenplays that got me here, on Vocal, sharing short fiction, so I thought I might mix up the two loves and try a series of film based articles. Those of you who have read my fiction will no doubt see a clear line connecting the two things.
Anderson Barr's arse hurt. Travelling the long road to nowhere, as romantic as it sounds, had been made up of mostly tedious bus trips. He shifted uncomfortably, wondering if a numb arse was a part of the journey into self-discovery popular fiction had promised him. He was also hungry and thirsty, which wasn't helping his mood.
- Top Story - March 2023
Praying on the weakTop Story - March 2023
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It showed my lonely chambers, in the back of a cold church. It showed Alby Duncan and his daughter, Lucy, standing behind me. Alby had been a member of my flock so long that I remember Lucy being born. 19 years ago that was. It was always a delight to see them. Lucy smiled at me in the mirror. “Hello, Father Morris,” she says.
Hooptedoodle and Flim Flam
Nothing bothers me more as a writer and, more importantly, a reader, than hooptedoodle. We all do it. Vocal is rife with it. You do it, and you, and you at the back thinking this doesn’t mean you, you’re the worst for it, but we all perpetrate it under the mistaken apprehension that we’re “writing”. What is it? Do you need it if you don’t have it? Is it expensive? Am I actually doing it now? Take it away, Elmore Leonard:
Reader, if you’re here for my usual commentary on the week's events, then turn away now. This week's article is an altogether different beast. I was invited to experience a scientific breakthrough at the Somafree Institute, who were claiming to have discovered a way to communicate with animals.