About redwriter


Here to share the wisdom and light, happiness and sadness, and the two chief elements of life, health and love. The former has been letting me down lately, but the latter is here to stay.

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Tyne and Wear, United Kingdom
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22 Oct 2020 08:18
Writing, gardening plus everything else.
Favorite Books:
Too many for me ever to get through
Favorite Authors:
From Dickens, through D. H Lawrence, to Steinbeck, Updike and Connelly
Favorite Movies:
The long list starts with Beau Geste and goes on into infinity (but not the sci-fi infinity)
Favourite TV Shows:
Anything that doesn't carry a reality tag or the word 'celebrity'
Favorite Music:
Piano Jazz


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Topic: My e-book is out!
Posted: 28 Dec 2019 00:18

Delighted to see this. Have just spent a couple of quid to Amazon Kindle so I could learn more about style. Looking forward to reading it. Cynth, you are such a dark horse at times.

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The Jane Baillie Saga Chapter One

  For all her infant life and some way beyond, Jane hated the sea. It was always there in all its forms lapping gently at the rocky shores of Clyth, like some friendly faithful dog, or giving a harvest as generous as a fertile field. Yet Jane believed that below that heaving surface lurked a vicious devil-form that worked with the winds that came howling out of the north to produce...

Added 18 May 2020 | Category General | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 240 | 2 Comments

The Jane Baillie Saga

Scotland, the Caithness coast, specifically the fishing village of Clyth. It is the evening of January 26th, 1876. A dark chill evening. No breeze, but grassed slopes that tilt to the cliff edge, wear a veil of frost. A shadowed sea heaves, gently slapping at the rocky shore. Waiting. A single roomed fishing hamlet, no different from several scattered along the cliff tops, shelters a...

Added 27 Apr 2020 | Category General | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 209 | 5 Comments

Back Without Regret

That’s it. Breakfast dishes all cleared away. Cups neatly stacked, in the lower cupboard, Cereal bowls alongside with the plates. Now, why do I find something so menial satisfying? Oh, don’t I know the reason very well? It’s a form of security. Just like the warm aroma of my wife’s scones baking in the oven. There’s something steadfast and reassuring about that sort of thing. Fifty years or...

Added 14 Jan 2020 | Category Romance | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 287 | 6 Comments

Christmas Whoopee

A lot of tinsel Kids wanting more Queues at the check-outs In every store What is the reason? Another season Another Christmas   Dad is defensive He knows the sign It's all expensive, The gifts, the wine. But Mom's not stopping She's gone out shopping Another Christmas   She's bought out Harrod's And M and S, She went through Wallmark Like an express So no one's missed out,...

Added 22 Dec 2019 | Category Songs | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 286 | 4 Comments

Christmas mix

All the images of Christmas past run together like the mix for some sumptuous fruit cake, from which the crumbs will scatter memories, trivial and momentous, garnished by the flow of years. Each crumb falling, out of any natural sequence, so that youth overrides childhood, middle-age falls ahead of youth. Yet childhood remains forever the most crystal-clear of Christmas images, and...

Added 21 Dec 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 254 | 2 Comments

First Date Set-Up

"Dad. how did you ask my mother for a first date?” I looked across the small self-laid patio at my daughter, Linda, sitting on the camping chair, regarding me with her mother’s deep brown eyes. At fourteen-years-old pushing fifteen, she was budding to emulate the beautiful bloom that was her mother. I was not surprised by the nature of her question. Nor the timing. Her mother was...

Added 25 Nov 2019 | Category Memoirs | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 353 | 7 Comments

Remembrance Challenge: Lest We Forget

On Ploegsteert memorial in Belgium, no faces show. Only names carved on slabs Along curved walls of the imposing colonnade Impressive, the stone lions that guard. Eleven thousand names of the multi-ranked Casualties of war, who share this dubious banner NO KNOWN GRAVE. Consider these lives snatched into oblivion Ripped out of all existence, Yet, three kilometres north lies Ypres ...

Added 09 Nov 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 380 | 7 Comments

Deep in my Heart

So deep within my heart When did that implant begin? That haunting smile On lips of such promise? Or the subtle depths Of those laughing dark brown eyes So sensual when the time was right? Maybe your mobility caught the eye   The lilt and the sway. Of hip and thigh. Then add delicate gentility of touch When fingers first intertwined. While that lustrous raven black hair Swayed...

Added 07 Nov 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 237 | 4 Comments

Wishing for Home Chapter Five Getting There

The next morning, over the cold porridge breakfast, no mention was made about the use of the belt. Not expecting any, Danny was subdued but not suppressed. Anger and resentment still burned inside him. He couldn’t bear to look at Albin Flint, half expecting to see a self-satisfied look on that sour face. As he entered the kitchen on his way out to school, Eliza Flint said coolly, “You know...

Added 06 Nov 2019 | Category General | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 388 | 4 Comments

Wishing for Home Chapter Four Rebellion and Result

Danny Rogan slumped disconsolately on the edge of his bed. Just one more punishment. And for what? Lingering too long at the farm enjoying the sight of a newborn calf. Things were just getting worse and worse in this awful cottage. Being brave was one thing. No matter what his mother and father expected of him, being home was the only thing. He gazed out of the bay window to where the...

Added 02 Nov 2019 | Category General | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 356 | 3 Comments

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Thank you and welcome. I look forward to reading more of your work...alas, time is my enemy as there are so many to read and so little time...
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Welcome aboard, Jim. :)

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