Notes from Private Bloggs

The Blog from (Aspiring Auhthor) Conor Reeves. With the hope in mind that the below posts coax some creativity, and generally get a bit of a laugh. Cheers. C x

  • Coming of Middle-Age

    Whilst being called a ‘F**king T**t’ at work recently, I thought to myself, “Hmm At what age did I become perceived as an Adult who could be called a F**king T**t”. I probably should have paid more attention to the barrage of swear words, to be honest, but I couldn’t help but think there must… READ MORE…

  • Twist the Wrist, White Knuckle Riding.

    I haven’t written for well over a week now. Sometimes I think the creativity just, stops. It has a short hiatus from flowing through your brain, the brain ceases the flow, like locks retaining water in a never-ending little streams of information weaving through your head as if they were canals in the middle of… READ MORE…

  • A little blast from the past

    Tonight, I’m dedicating a whole evening to writing. So, immediately after turning on my computer, checking Twitter, picking the perfect playlist, reading the news, checking TopCashback and rifling through my phone, I am now eventually ready to start writing. Right after I post this little blog… In the midst of me getting ready, I stumbled… READ MORE…

  • That we don’t understand one another.

    Sitting here drinking my cup of tea this morning, I pondered over this question. Racking my brain over what everyday things people don’t grasp the concept of. And then it hit me. To sit here, Me, a 31 year-old aspiring author with a cup of tea trying to figure out what people don’t understand, is… READ MORE…

  • The Man I am…

    There’s a weird little headspace, which I yearn for now and again. It’s an elusive, lucid state where I zone out, and feel as if I’m floating through life for ten, twenty, or any number of minutes at a time. I no longer feel the concrete reverberate through my feet when walking, nor the wheels… READ MORE…

  • Not a stab, but not quite a scratch either

    or, “It doesn’t tickle” is normally how I answer ‘what does it feel like to be tattooed?’ For those who have received a light permanent stabbing to the skin, as you know, the above will all greatly depend on the size of the tattoo, the time it will take, the design used, the placement and… READ MORE…

  • Death Stare

    To ‘wear your Heart on your sleeve’ is to let one’s emotions be known to those around them with relative ease, as opposed to having a high guard and ‘being a closed book’. To some, this extends further to eliciting feelings in a physical form – smiling, frowning, weeping, all signs that emotions have escaped… READ MORE…

  • Happy Birthday Prince Albert…

    These blog posts could be on the downward spiral. Last time, I discussed how in my lunch break at work I penned my first ever erotic fiction novel, and now you join me for the next instalment for the catalyst in my history that leads me to a moment, writing it all down and for… READ MORE…

  • Today I wrote a P*rno…

    ‘Gustav Holst – The Planets Op.32 Jupiter’, is one of my favorite pieces of Classical Music. The man who has since long passed created a masterpiece that has stood the test of time. The symphony he scored has been recreated amongst orchestras all over the world. Around three minutes into the song we approach the… READ MORE…

  • Dads Cry More

    Pulling up on the driveway this evening, I parked the car in its usual snug spot against the garage, engaged the handbrake and put the engine to sleep. Then began my twenty minutes of switching off my brain and disengaging from the world. The car becomes a metal limbo container from where I’m no longer… READ MORE…

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