Hi Guys, I hope you are all keeping safe in these strange times. It’s taken some adjustment, I can tell you.
I just want to give you a quick update as I haven’t posted any new stories recently. I’ve not stopped writing, in fact, I am in the middle of a novella. I am £20k words in at the moment. It is set in the Cockaigne Universe and a clinical trial by Cockaigne Pharma.
It’s been a different experience from writing short stories, it’s been great to take the time to set the scene and delve deeper into the characters backgrounds.
As you’d expect with anything from Cockaigne, there’s plenty of nudity and sex.
I just hope I’ve got the motivation to complete it. At the moment it is just a rough draft as I’m ploughing on to keep the flow going.
I still have a couple of instalments featuring the Dartos Family, I hope to upload them soon when I need a break from my novella.
If any of you want to add your stories to the Cockaigne Universe then send them over. I would love to read them.
Thanks for continuing to read the stories, all the Screeve authors like to know that their stories are appreciated and we all appreciate your feedback.
All you regular readers know that I suffer from depression and most of my vignettes are written either when I’m falling into a period or just coming out. This was written many years ago and delves into what I feel or don’t feel when under the grip of depression.
I’m getting round to putting my previous writing back on the website and I do find it strange when I re-read these vignettes. There is something familiar yet alien about them.
I’m in a good place at the moment and this just reminds me to hang on to how I am feeling right now for as long as I can.
If you know anyone that suffers from depression, please be understanding. They may continually push you away, but that is a symptom of the condition. Be there for them. Be understanding and be kind. There may be very little you can do when they are in the depths of there depression, but you can make sure you are still there when they come out of it.
This was a haiku I wrote many years ago after I went to visit my grandmother in the hospital. She was in a geriatric ward with five other very old ladies. The sight had a profound effect on me, it appeared that they were all just waiting for death.
A bay of six beds
Aged occupants lie and sit, still
A living morgue