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Oct 13, 2024

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Sunday -13 October 2024

Dear Chasers💗

Hello Friends it’s so nice to come back here again with a fresh new outlook and with Peace’An’Appiness on the agenda. That was a little nod to the One Love Bob Marley movie that I have playing in the background tonight. I can’t really watch the main character as he has no real resemblance to the Legend. However, he is one of the finest actors, and the best chosen for the role EVER. I understand that he travelled to Jamaica from somewhere (quite shit) probably Manchester (where I live L0L) in England to spend time with Bob’s friends, family and past acquaintances in doing thorough research for the role. So I’m not shitting on him at all, my mind just won’t allow me ‘see’ him as Mr Marley. It’s a me thing, besides that, I have waited patiently all day to sit down and talk to you, it’s just so nice to have a lovely warm lyrical soundtrack running on the TV in the background whilst doing so.

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How have you been?

I’ve been really sick as a dog for three days straight I had everything going wrong for me. Without going into details too much, I was vomiting, heartburn ball of pain in my chest (still there), shivers, sweats, goosepimple pockets of pain. I slept a whole 9 hours in a filled bath! I kept waking up to release water and refill with hot. It’s the only relief I could get enough to allow me to rest. I do not recommend this for anyone else at home, I am aware of the dangers surround falling asleep in a body of water. I felt more mortal than I even have and was quite lucky each time I stirred, fortunate to have had some light sleep, fortunate to have survived not drown and in the end, I just bloody terrified myself about causing pneumonia as an added extra to my sickness.

The next three days and nights were spent in bed, eventually sleeping well, sleeping it off, nil by mouth just jumping up frequently to vomit in the loo and stumble back to the warmth of the duvet (feeling absolutely so sorry for myself). I said I’d spare the details and I have sort of done that, trust me - everything didn’t go as plain sailing as it sounds(?). If it sounds shitty - trust me it was a lot more shitty than that! Yesterday, I came back to life, I knew I was ‘back’ because I could smoke my tobacco again. In hindsight I should have held back and made it through the week without, who knows I could’ve have kicked the habit by now! It’s only today I have managed to hold some foods down.

Namely, and I felt so lucky to have this luxury or being able to purchase these treats, A Greek Yogurt and freshly shopped chunks of pineapple shop bought. I also tried to scoff (without much of a real appetite) my favourite confectionery; an iced and ‘cherried’ Belgium Bun. Tasteless. I was wounded about that. My pain gradually crept back up on me. I returned to painkillers. This weird pain is like a huge water balloon in the middle of my chest, the top parts of my ribs feel like they’re in a vice and even the slightest touch, movement of my body, pressure applied anywhere near my torso feels like I’ve been winded and the bubble or balloon inside me bouncing around.

That said… (and I have said all that because).. I will be visiting the GP asap, making a first point of call on an online form tomorrow Monday 14 October and, just in case it turns out to be something more terrible than a fading virus, flu, weird chest infection to name but a few minor ailments I could put it down to, then at least it won’t be so shocking when I come back with death on my tail and a new -to-late- spring in my step and days to live!

I swear I am such a worrier, but not a mard arse, so when something hurts me like this - and my trick of sleeping it off fails - I shit myself!. I’ll update you on this health scare as soon as I know.

The peace and happiness I began talking to you about before dropping all that shit show into the mix:

I have been delighted to have taken part in a FREE Fiction Writing Workshop with prolific author, creative, film-maker, philosophy something or other, L.A. based rockstar, POET (you get how BIG he is!) He is accomplished in every field of creativity you can image, well established, a great person and tutor, excellent business acumen when it comes to self publishing, marketing, producing, selling your books and art in general. PHEW! …I have spent a full 5 days following along on his FREE live writing workshop streams. Available here:

DAY ONE FREE WRITING WORKSHOP LIVE STREAM

Also, I am a channel member at Poetic Anarchy Crew Level which is only £8.99 a month (UK). You get behind the scenes access and 100s of writing tips along with experience and great advice. Check it out. Even if you try subscribing for now, follow and find out more. ONE THING I HAVE NEVER THOUGHT THAT I WOULD WANT TO TRY IS - WRITING FICTION. I am shit at lying. I can’t tell a story. I have limited to zero ideas pop into my head. I am rubbish at copying formula, like (and here’s where I speak to myself in a foreign language..) Tropes, Arcs, Character Development.. ect. (What?) I thought I’d never be able to get it right. I probably won’t but guess what???? I decided to try. I’m possibly doing it wrong!

I have decided to take in everything which I have absorbed from the workshop/course, put it on the back burner for a split second, and write 2000 words of stream of consciousness just to get me away and off a flipping BLANK PAGE. It’s a bit nasty, as it’s hard to be classy with a gutter-like mind as is mine. I’m trying to absolved myself one piece of bad luck at a time. Like, the chance that I might dying of something incurable happening(???) I can only hope I’m over-reacting upon myself right now. Anyway, Below in the image is about 369 words..

Creative ME; My Stream of Consciousness FICTION free write… anything to get me away from staring at a blank page

I then went on to write 2065 more (shit words) in about an hour! I just flew into a trance. It had taken me 10 days to give the blank fucking page a title of Chapter One! - Just a heads up, I am going to read ALL of those words to you in one sitting. You don’t have to listen however, please understand that although there are quite a few wordy fucking words being used here, in my humble/modest/stupid opinion; I really don’t feel like anything worthwhile has been said yet. The plan is to write until something good happens then delete or go back and manipulate the rest into something linear/interesting. I’ve never done anything like it before. It’s very difficult. But I will continue to do it while I am enjoying the process. Let me know you find MATT WALL’s channel useful, entertaining, encouraging along your writing journey too.