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Writer. Musician. Teacher. Unloving and Unloved. Blog http://pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com #CAFC
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Why are we not two nil up? #CAFC

#CAFC not bad performance this week. Very easy on the eye but you’d want a couple more goals from this.

The book!!

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 5: Angel Heart. Verse. How an Angel became the betrayer. Toxic women. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/10/ange...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 6: Up, Up and Away. Verse. About my wonderful Grandson and his indefatigable imagination. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/10/up-u...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 7: Ofsted Squared. Short Story. How two Ofsted teams came o Doha and what they did to each other. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/09/ofst...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 8: Luisa. Poem. A Filipina that used to keep me well watered of a Friday night whilst I was writing. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/08/luis...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 8: Luisa. Poem. A Filipina that used to keep me well watered of a Friday night whilst I was writing. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/08/luis...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 7: Ofsted Squared. Short Story. How two Ofsted teams came o Doha and what they did to each other. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/09/ofst...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 6: Up, Up and Away. Verse. About my wonderful Grandson and his indefatigable imagination. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/10/up-u...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 5: Angel Heart. Verse. How an Angel became the betrayer. Toxic women. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/10/ange...

Oh. I’m a published writer. Get in.

That was a wonderful ceremony and a real achievement for us. They were genuinely warm with praise. I have never had so many proud parents shaking my hand. And I even got to speak on stage about writing. I owe Qatar a great deal of thanks.

The book!!

I had virus all week. It started with throat on Sunday. Nose on Monday. Sneeze on Tuesday. Then dry coughs. Then chesty coughs. Nice.

I was going r take Metro. Then I thought. Nah. Three quid in an Uber. Let’s push the boat out.

Off to the ceremony.

You get it in those films we no longer see, like ‘come, white horses’, or ‘woah, woah, the lightning tree’, or that one with no words where the horse is thundering, unsaddled, through far gone English landscapes and is followed by some breathless child shouting, “No, Beauty, no!”

Big day today - well potentially. My book / our book is up for an award. We muster at Qatar National Library at 2pm. I feel right modest about it. Maybe I'll meet a publisher interested in reading my poetry, though. You never know.

⌂ Warm Welcome ⌂ It’s painful being a refugee No matter where they are from They’re in need of a fresh start Imagine how wonderful it’d be If one day they could become A citizen of your heart #Kindness #Poetry #vss365 #Refugee #Citizenship

©OddlyMe blazing through the sky the last dance of fire and stone Earth bows, then goes dark #OurPoetryX evergreen cover Earth's lungs gasp with every cut who will breathe for us? #DailyHaikuPrompt #writing #poem #poetry #poet #OddlyMe #blueskypoets #micropoetry #haiku

My grandmother lived through more than her fair share of pain, yet despite it, she was a loving mother to me in my earliest days. Without her I wouldn’t be the same. Thank you, Abuela. 💜 ~ H•E•R ~ #poem #poetry #prose #bskypoet #skypoets #grandmother #abuela

©OddlyMe #snow drapes hills in white #glisten bright in golden rays sunglasses needed! ............ #DailyHaikuPrompt On a #coral #whim, hermit crab swaps homes again, fashion is fickle. .................. #WSPit #OurPoetryX #poem #poetry #poet #OddlyMe #micropoetry #haiku #photography

AB Poetry: R E A L M E L A N I N PART II (((((((((((Poetry Project Out Now!))))))))))) arcassin.blogspot.com/p/r-e-l-m-e-... #poetry #Project #poems #writer #writers #February2025 #blogger #bloggers #share #blackpoet #vss365

Just finished my edit run on the Historian Assistant. Now at 97K words. I’m going to go through it with ProWritinfAid and see what it finds. But I may give myself a few days break before diving in again. #writingcommunity

Just finished going through chapter six where the MC, Eileen, learns to fly the ship. It reads like crap. The pacing is wrong, not enough internal dialogue. Missing the motivation of why she has so much riding on this and the conflict of why the historian wants this. Well, time for a rewrite 😐

Good morning all ye olde fleshabluids. Better start today. I'm reminded of #EdmundCooper The Overman Culture. A writer probably forgotten - but I loved his books when I was 13. Better start today. Up and at it by 6.15. The young drunks came in screaming at 2.30am BTW.

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 1: The Writer. Short Story. Based on a real life visit to school by a writer of cheap children's books. The pages kept falling out. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/11/the-...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 2: Ghosts. Poem. Mourning loss of loved one before it turns to hate. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/10/ghos...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 3: Departure Gates. Poem. All about leaving and returning. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/10/depa...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 4: weighing Anchors. Poem. Depression and how it gets teeth into you. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/10/weig...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 4: weighing Anchors. Poem. Depression and how it gets teeth into you. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/10/weig...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 3: Departure Gates. Poem. All about leaving and returning. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/10/depa...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 2: Ghosts. Poem. Mourning loss of loved one before it turns to hate. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/10/ghos...

#Writer #Poetry #Stories #VerseOfTheDay Today's Foughty Four - Click to Read More😉 1: The Writer. Short Story. Based on a real life visit to school by a writer of cheap children's books. The pages kept falling out. pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com/2018/11/the-...

Hoooo Wah!!! We watch that film Scent of a Woman. It’s so quotable. Love Al Pacino. Great movie.

Rublev is a fantastic player. He should be done in after losing three set points but he showed spirit in that last game.

Andrey Rublev looks absolutely shot. This is for sure due to that torturous third set last night. We’ve seen the same with Andy Murray here.

I keep trying to get this onto the bands playlist but Adam don’t like. We do bloody Wonderwall instead.

The cat fed happy now as you can see.

I forgot to buy the cat food. To feed fluffy and all of his friends. All the stray cats that live near our building.

Shopping with my friend. Tomatoes at 20p a kilo and these apples smell incredible. There must be a whole orchard here.

Two of my band mates went to see Lionel Richie yesterday night. I would’ve gone but I preferred Carlos Alcaraz.

I’ve finished swimming. Just having a coffee. I can see all the young ones arriving here for their weekly afternoon brunch - or booze up. They’ll be back legless and noisy early evening. Sometimes I miss it. Been a long time now. Then I remember the depression and hangovers.