Thanks, lad. I'm alright. My commentary on the above would be that I just dont feel that good about writing on a laptop. I'd like to write in a notebook but then I'd have to pay some fucker to type it up for me anyway. I like sharing my feelings about writing though sometimes it feels like other writers aren't like 'Yeah I feel that too,' but more like 'Frank's always fucking bitching about some turd'. Its that toxic positivity crap that makes you have to smile like a prize clown when yer dogs dying. Writers have always been whinging fucks. Its what we do. I honestly need a group where I can sit with other good writers while drinking whiskey and just talk this crap out and spin ideas about how to write in new ways that the literati wont like an all that crap. Ya know? Anyway thanks for writin a decent comment lad and the offer to beta. I might send it to ya once I hate it mildly less. In the meantime shoot me an email would ya? franktbird@protonmail.com. I wanna start a whatsapp group for some decent writers where we can drink whiskey n all that crap.
I drank an entire bottle of Bell's whiskey when I was 17 and ended up in hospital and nearly died. Now, just the thought of whiskey makes me gip, so it's lager for me.
Anyway, you're a bastard. You're a big bastard because you made me go back to the drawing board to write something more akin to Footscray.
I've now realised that what I want to write is a love story, but in a fucked up real world with real people with real issues.
You fucker!
I've written a novella that even I don't understand, hence why I ain't hit 'Publish'.
Seriously, though, your writing is a breath of fresh air, and I'm grateful to you for teaching me not to take it all too seriously. Although it's obvious you sweated blood, shit, and pregabalin while writing Footscray, there's a natural simplicity to it, your characters are larger than life but relatable, and there's a message in there of hope. And of course, your personality shines through so it's fucking hilarious.
So thanks for making me scrap everything and start again, you twat!
I'll send you an email and we can start this WhatsApp group to talk about how we can shake up the literary world and start selling books. Or just chat shit.
Fucking hell Mate. Sometimes ya need a peg up and ya just gave me one so thanks. No wonder ya fucking gipped on Bells lol. Its absolute shite. Me n my Mate Chris drunk a bottle of it too when I was 15. We started off playing Super Nintendo England v Germany 1966. We turned the colour of the TV and planned to have a full 90 minute match. Next thing ya know we're fighting in the park and my head gets slammed into a fence. Next thing after that, I'm puking against a tree while a group of girl guides goes past horrified. I'm sayin sorry and my mate Chris is laughing his knackers off. I drink stuff thats mildly better these days though Im sober in March which is a fuckin misery. Shoot me that email ya bastard.
You have such a gift for hyperbole, FT.
I too have contemplated 'non-screen writing', but my handwriting is so bad I can't read what I wrote. Which could actually be a good thing.
Looking forward to your hated novel.
You all right, kid?
I'd be happy to be a beta reader for the new novel and provide some proofreading/editing/advice.
Not a full edit, 'cause that would cost you some dollars, and I know better than to ask for any.
No strings, but you can buy me a pint if ever I visit Melbourne, which I'll probably never be able to afford while offering my services for free.
All the best,
Andy
Thanks, lad. I'm alright. My commentary on the above would be that I just dont feel that good about writing on a laptop. I'd like to write in a notebook but then I'd have to pay some fucker to type it up for me anyway. I like sharing my feelings about writing though sometimes it feels like other writers aren't like 'Yeah I feel that too,' but more like 'Frank's always fucking bitching about some turd'. Its that toxic positivity crap that makes you have to smile like a prize clown when yer dogs dying. Writers have always been whinging fucks. Its what we do. I honestly need a group where I can sit with other good writers while drinking whiskey and just talk this crap out and spin ideas about how to write in new ways that the literati wont like an all that crap. Ya know? Anyway thanks for writin a decent comment lad and the offer to beta. I might send it to ya once I hate it mildly less. In the meantime shoot me an email would ya? franktbird@protonmail.com. I wanna start a whatsapp group for some decent writers where we can drink whiskey n all that crap.
I drank an entire bottle of Bell's whiskey when I was 17 and ended up in hospital and nearly died. Now, just the thought of whiskey makes me gip, so it's lager for me.
Anyway, you're a bastard. You're a big bastard because you made me go back to the drawing board to write something more akin to Footscray.
I've now realised that what I want to write is a love story, but in a fucked up real world with real people with real issues.
You fucker!
I've written a novella that even I don't understand, hence why I ain't hit 'Publish'.
Seriously, though, your writing is a breath of fresh air, and I'm grateful to you for teaching me not to take it all too seriously. Although it's obvious you sweated blood, shit, and pregabalin while writing Footscray, there's a natural simplicity to it, your characters are larger than life but relatable, and there's a message in there of hope. And of course, your personality shines through so it's fucking hilarious.
So thanks for making me scrap everything and start again, you twat!
I'll send you an email and we can start this WhatsApp group to talk about how we can shake up the literary world and start selling books. Or just chat shit.
Cheers, pal.
Andy
Fucking hell Mate. Sometimes ya need a peg up and ya just gave me one so thanks. No wonder ya fucking gipped on Bells lol. Its absolute shite. Me n my Mate Chris drunk a bottle of it too when I was 15. We started off playing Super Nintendo England v Germany 1966. We turned the colour of the TV and planned to have a full 90 minute match. Next thing ya know we're fighting in the park and my head gets slammed into a fence. Next thing after that, I'm puking against a tree while a group of girl guides goes past horrified. I'm sayin sorry and my mate Chris is laughing his knackers off. I drink stuff thats mildly better these days though Im sober in March which is a fuckin misery. Shoot me that email ya bastard.