NeilWells
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There are times when I have to write it down.
There are even times when I know, or at least sense, where the words are taking me. There are other times, like now, when “About me” seems a far off place….one I would like to know better.
What do I know…About me?
I know I have managed to combine the two loves of my childhood into my life’s path…..
And what were those two loves (I hear a hushed whisper)....creative writing, and solving maths/logic puzzles.
There are times when I have to write it down…......and here seems to be a site where that may happen.
Groups
NeilWells is a member of 50 tHiNgS.....(Please include 50), All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Flash Fiction, Remember When, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Word Tree, WMG and Writing Workshop.
Journal Entries
Thank you for featuring 50 Relationships in the 50 tHiNgS group
Posted 10 months ago, 1 comment so far.
50 Relationships that were/are special ( at least for me)
Posted 10 months ago, 10 comments so far.
Thank you for the feature in Remember When
Posted 10 months ago.
50 things about me for '50 tHiNgS'
Posted 10 months ago, 8 comments so far.
Thankyou "WMG" for the Feature and the Spotlight
Posted 10 months ago.
Dare I say .... the student is ready
Posted 10 months ago, 2 comments so far.
50 things you don't know about me
Posted 10 months ago.
Writing
Tanka Troika
To have and have not! / You etched in epitaph / Me spreading flowers / It does not get easier / Time bends around emptiness
The Drums of Geordie
A scream rang out etched with fright / Highland blood sparked alight / He stood full straight prepared to fight / Ye should nae bothered Geordie !
First Flight
The deer hide stretched across the hooped twigs still appears soft despite the elements. The elaborate etchings on each still as clear to the old man as the day he put them in place.
The High Valley
I could not help but sense the admiration and respect he felt for her. He quietly watched her every move. She moved with the grace of a warrior before battle…..senses keen…
Stay
Stay…..stay in that sweet release / As moments into memories find flight, / New dreams to shape the quiet night, / And faith anew in love’s increase
July on Montmartre
Even as I begin to write, I have no idea whether the story that will follow is about a few summer days in Paris, or whether it is about the excitement of one special person.
