Only recently got back into writing again, not that I wrote much but I dabbled when I was much younger. Now I'm a dad and telling stories to my son, which seems to have sparked something in me to want to create again. I wrote him a series of short stories which were... terrible for want of a better word, so ended up developing them into a book, which is currently being re-read and edited slowly, there's also 1/2 a second book and a load of notes for a 3rd, but I wasn't sure if that is just for him or for others. Anyway with all this going on I ended up writing some short stories and I had a weird idea for my 50 day series called What the F**k Dave. This latter project was not for my son, not sure who it is for other than me maybe, so I thought I'd put it online, which I have, also uploaded some short stories I've written recently for myself/son, they're a bit more childish and whimsical, he likes them and I hope you do too.
Tools
Word, Canva, gmail (when a idea comes and i'm out at about)
With only two episodes left, I've been re-reading my notes for this series. Looking back at where it started, the scribbled ideas, the uncertainty about whether anyone would want to read something this... odd.
Fifty episodes of breakfast. The same man, the same routine, the same question. I wasn't sure I should post it. It's not a typical story.
But I'm glad I did. And I'm glad some of you gave it a chance.
I've spotted a few errors in the earlier episodes that need fixing when I get a moment, but that's a problem for future me. For now, I'm just enjoying that feeling I had when I wrote the last day, sort of happy sad, if that makes sense.