Writing Me Up

Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.

Tag: Writing

  • Writing Hard Truths

    Writing Hard Truths

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    Reality Bites cold wind blows outside a killing silence inside words howl on paper Photo by MART PRODUCTION on Pexels.com

  • Penned In

    Penned In

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    Blanked Out a new fountain pen filled up with untold stories a silent blank page Photo by Janson A. on Pexels.com

  • To The Screenscrapers

    To The Screenscrapers

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    Have Some Decency It’s happening again. The viewing stats for Writing Me Up are soaring, which means the screen scrapers are back. It’s been happening every three or four weeks for the last several months. I’m not entirely sure why they’ve chosen my work, or how the process of stealing my words works, or what…

  • If You Write It

    If You Write It

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    They May Come writing for money without someone to read it writing for nothing Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on Pexels.com

  • Blinking Blanking

    Blinking Blanking

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    Cursive Writing slow blinking cursor nothing at all comes to mind low cursing thinker Photo by Mizuno K on Pexels.com

  • Writing Without Reason

    Writing Without Reason

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    It Makes Me Insane writing and writing but so few people reading I cannot go on Photo by KoolShooters on Pexels.com

  • Writing Heartbreak

    Writing Heartbreak

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    Heartbreaking Writing writing your heart out and getting nowhere with it can be heartbreaking Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on Pexels.com

  • Wordless Sadness

    Wordless Sadness

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    Unspoken And Unwritten this is the sad truth I have so little to say the words will not come Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com

  • Good Words And Bad Words

    Good Words And Bad Words

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    Ordinary Words all the words we use the good ones and the bad ones few say what we mean Photo by Oladimeji Ajegbile on Pexels.com

  • A Full Stop

    A Full Stop

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    Everything Ends Eventually the end is coming I am almost written up expect a full stop Photo by Nothing Ahead on Pexels.com

  • Blank And White

    Blank And White

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    The Unwritten Page there is a blank page staring blankly back at me me and my blank mind Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com

  • The Tyranny Of The Empty Page

    The Tyranny Of The Empty Page

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    The Unwritten Rule Is To Write here I am again a blank page and a question where do I begin Photo by Dayvison de Oliveira Silva on Pexels.com

  • If You Write It

    If You Write It

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    Not Many Will Read It now that I’ve done it a year of daily postings that feels like enough

  • A Nothing Writer

    A Nothing Writer

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    Writing Nothing Is Wrong writing, not writing like being and nothingness and I write nothing All Work And No Play

  • The Reason That Putin Must Not Win

    The Reason That Putin Must Not Win

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    From Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell O’Brien, speaking to Winston about a future in which all pleasure will be erased: But always – do not forget this, Winston – always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the…

  • To The Good People Of Russia

    To The Good People Of Russia

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    Vlad The Mad Is Bad News For All Of Us Vladimir Putin is possibly the richest man in the world, according to some people. I say possibly because it is difficult to be sure. Putin hides his money in so many different accounts and assets. This is interesting in a couple of ways. Firstly, why…

  • The True Logic Of Writing In Code

    The True Logic Of Writing In Code

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    Writing Fiction Seems To Be Wrong For Me IF I write in code THEN I might earn some money ELSE I will have none

  • All The Good Words Have Gone

    All The Good Words Have Gone

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    Only Bad Words Remain I think I am done I have nothing more to say I am written out

  • The Sound Of Slowly Falling

    The Sound Of Slowly Falling

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    The Sound Of Slowly Falling night-time in the house alone listening to settlement to the sound of everything slowly falling apart I’m thinking about writing or reading or painting or murder or drinking some more about simple, everyday, destruction about doing something anything but sitting here alone listening to settlement to the sound of me…

  • I Am Such A Solitary Man

    I Am Such A Solitary Man

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    This much I have learned of me. I am such a solitary man, and always have been.

  • Writing Poetry

    Writing Poetry

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    Writing Poetry writing a poem writing poems poems about life love poems poems about nature writing poetry of any kind poetry in my own language English poetry poetry that never quite says what I meant to say what I want to say what I’m trying to say is the most satisfying frustrating wonderful insufferable heart…

  • Angry Words

    Angry Words

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    Angry Words writing in anger stabbing the keys in temper making angry words

  • The Room Where I Write

    The Room Where I Write

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    The Room Where I Write The tick of the heating, as it kicks in to life, chasing the cool of night out of this room where I write, comforts with more than mere heat. It is sweet and familiar and safe. This place is my own space, where there are no others to care for…

  • Writing And Anything

    Writing And Anything

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    Writing And Anything Writing is easy Writing and anything else Is impossible

  • Writing Right And Wrong

    Writing Right And Wrong

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    Writing Right And Wrong Finest time to write: late evening after a drink. What you write is great. Worst time to edit: early morning after drink. What you wrote was shite. The best time to write: alone, sober, undisturbed. What you write is right.