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Chapter 24

It’s a long walk back along the cliffs to Bosherston, The wind was at my back and my hair was streaming out, showing me the way home. I could get a lot of my bits and pieces onto the bike, and it was only a short ride back to Pembroke railway station.

My specialist subject is...

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Well, I have read very many stories here that discuss American football. It seems to be taken as read that the world understands the references. I have written rugby into my tale, a sport that has a far, far wider following than gridiron, but I realise that there are many folk who know absolutely nothing of it.
I have also written one of my other passions into my stuff, namely music. I get really into the swing and the flow and....
How do people write a "specialist" episode without spending half a chapter explaining "pastime for dummies"?

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I have my plot nicely sorted, I know where my characters are going, I have a several of chapters in hand, but I have a small stall in a particular detail.
So here I am, typing this while listening to music and occasionally playing along on the mandolin. It usually works....but any other tactics used to try and shake the nuts and bolts into place?

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Chapter 13

A small warm thing had settled in my tent again and I kicked it awake to take its turn at the morning brew duties. I needed to dispose of some second hand beer. It was odd how my attitude to alcohol had changed; I always loved a good ale, but I had been using things like wine boxes as off-switches for my dreams.

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Chapter 11

I am sorry to post two chapters in such quick succession, but my muse has me gripped firmly by the soft parts and is insisting I move the story on. Some questions are answered here, many more are raised.

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He was looking embarrassed. I simply stood and wondered if this was how one usually felt when one’s world ended. He looked at Geoff, and I could see cogs turning.

“Hi, I’m Dave Williams. I work with this young lady at Gatwick, and you are?”

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Chapter 9

Someone somewhere was playing a flute in that slippery seductive wail that I think of as Japanese. I waited an aeon for the first groan of my hangover to emerge before realising that I didn’t have one. That was a new experience, and rather a pleasant one. Brendan Behan could never understand teetotallers, he said. Imagine waking up in the morning and realising that was the best you would feel all day. I stretched out in my bag and heard a soft grunt. I had forgotten Kelly.

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Chapter 6

I suppose I should get back to what’s happening now before readers start to drift away or die in droves after losing the will to live. Perhaps that is my fate, to be found frail and starving behind a barricade of deceased lovers of literary fireworks.

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Chapter 4

WARNING: rather unpleasant childhood distress

I suppose I should take a step back from the here and now and give some background. Imagine this page doing a lap dissolve, with swirly distortion and tinkly music and clearing to reveal a short, skinny, auburn-haired lad astride an orange Raleigh Chopper.

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Chapter 1

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It’s a ghost day. The time spent in bed half dozing has made little impact on the deep pit of tiredness that would get worse as the first night shift bit, but there was no choice. I get up, shock myself with a shower, and fumble something to eat.

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