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Episode 118 'Why Writers Write'

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It feels ironic to stare at a digital page and wonder what on earth to write, when the blog post title 'why writers write' may suggest that I know what I am doing.  The truth is, I have no plan. No heroic analogy or intellectual reasoning.  On the rare occasion that I may strike gold due to a misplaced anecdote or whimsical tale, the fact remains that  there was never a structure to this in the first place. This also reflects my life; no plan, no structure.  I write with emotion, not logic or guidelines. I bless my cotton socks that I was relatively auspicious in my English language and literature classes, upon the hundreds of books I must have read growing up. And so, the idea of writing my own book felt as natural as following the page with my finger.  The logic comes from experience. I feel that, although I didn't study a degree in creative writing, my understanding of sentence and paragraph structure is pretty sound. I have almost certainly written some terr...

Episode 117 'Waking Life Poetry'

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    Our Waking Life   By Tommy Grainger     ‘The Road Trip’       Hope drives us to a distant land,   We know not what may lie ahead.    Sun-kissed grass touches the horizon,   And the olive trees salute our passing.     Alentejo sure is a big place, one might say,   We need to explore more my friend, smiles the other.   The beauty, unmatched, as the sun burns red,   Blazing from behind to spur on the adventure.     Oxen, horses and curious old men,    All blur past us with very little to say.   But no words can translate this journey we all take,   A journey of waking up and leaving reality behind .     The storks are nesting above us,    A sign that the road ahead is clear.   Th is chosen path was gifted with fortune,   We shall unite and begin our waking life.        ‘High on Heat’     Heat, heat, heat, ...