Something different


“And now, time for something completely different” Gun Roswell

Something different

Getting away, from my solitary comfort zone
Feeling the tingling sensation, in each and every bone
I wish I had eaten, that damned scone
Because no I am hungrier, than a queen on her thrown

Something different for today, was on the agenda
But, as hard a I tried, I could not seem to be able to bring back the referenda
Trying hard is easy, they said
But now I’m wishing, I really would get paid

Alas, working for free, is the curse of this writer wannabe
Some might say, I am the ultimate dummy
But, why would anyone one pay for what you can get for free
Even if the charge was just a nominal fee

So, something new an spectacular this ain’t gonna be,
I may be, some kind of scribbler, you see
But tending into my old patterns to hold on
Writing each passage till I am done

You say, I am boring and nothing is good or any fun
It might as well be the Enterprise’s phasers on stun
My advice then is; stop reading my stuff, don’t huff, rather write your own stuff
Then I’ll be the one scolding, the things before me unfolding

Writing is, hard?


“Am I really a writer? Or simply a pretender?” Gun Roswell

Writing is, hard?

When life sucks
But onward you must
Writing, your only outlet
This is as good, as it gets

Trying to type, not hesitate
But only staring, at a blank slate
Why oh why, did I start so late
Why must each decision require a debate

Life is hard, writing is really hard
But it’s been said, out of hardship you become smart
By now, after all, I should be a genius
So why do I feel like so much less

Am I a writer
Am I a fighter
Sometimes, I am neither
Today, I just sit and stare

Alas

Writing is a piece of cake
Have tiny slice at first, a chapter of the slate
Then another bite, see there was no smite
Now the second verse, goes just like rehearsed

Before you know it
You have a lot to show for it
An empty plate
But a filled up slate

Somewhere else

“I am not from here, I am from somewhere else” Gun Roswell

Somewhere else

When a stranger asks me, where are you from?
How can I respond to that, without feeling dumb?

I am certainly not from here,
Not from this blue glowing sphere
I am originally from somewhere else
Just watch me, there are tells

Telling the stranger, I arrived here by ship
Some time ago, when it landed on the cliff

That is crazy talk some might say
But I don’t care as I am not here to stay
Just going on about my life as usual
Since it is as is, quite acceptable

What comes to my adopted friends and family
They don’t really care whether I come from here or from another galaxy

I am who I am (Writing 101, Day Five: Hook ’em with a quote)

Writing 101, Day Five: Hook ’em with a quote

A blank page can be intimidating. Sometimes it’s helpful to use someone else’s words to give you a boost. Today, use a quote or passage from something you’ve read to introduce your post.
The type of quote you choose is up to you. Maybe the passage is something you’d like to comment on, or is one of your favorite quotes. Or maybe you read a great essay the other day, and one of its lines made you think.

1968

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken” Oscar Wilde

I am who I am

I am
What I am
Simply
Just
Because
I want to be

I am a closet writer
I am also intensely hyper
I am some kind of photographer
I am also a videographer
I am fifty year old lady with an attitude
But not without much gratitude

So what if I wear my hair short
So what if I sometimes snort
So what if I wear pink at my age
So what if I feel comfortable on a stage
So what if I wear a shorter than short skirt
So what if I’m a bit of a flirt

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Related posts:
Pretty in Pink
I’m not Evil, I was just Drawn That Way

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Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, and a Writer: Repost for Throwback Thursday

“I’m a writer and, therefore, automatically a suspicious character” – Alfred Hitchcock

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, and a Writer

Looking into
A writers mind
You may phew
On what you find

Look in,
Carefully

Surprisingly
Lurking
Emerging

A

Tinker, Tailor,
Soldier, Sailor,
Rich Man, Poor Man,
Beggar Man, Thief

Peeping Tom, Stalker
Pervert, Prude 
Sister, Brother
Loud Mouth, Mute

A

Antagonist
Protagonist
Killer, Saviour
Bad behaviour?

Winner, Looser
Coward, Hero
Or simply a Zero?

Storyteller, Liar
Truth teller, Denier

A questionable character?
Or just a clever Actor?
Psychopath,
Or, on a Path?

Writer, Politician, or a Crook?
Did I get you hooked?

hitch

Blogging 101: Day One: Introduce Yourself to the World

“I can’t sing, dance or act, but it never stopped me from doing any of those things”

Who am I?

Today’s assignment: Write and publish a “who I am and why I’m here” post on your blog.

Who am I?

Gun Roswell, residing in the fine city of Espoo Finland. Enjoying life as we know it (yes there is life beyond the world wide web). Enjoying travelling and trying to visit exotic places. Well if you can call visiting the cities in a fifty kilometer radius exotic, then yes.

I have been a tinker, tailor, solder, sailor… not really, but DJ, customer quack, salesperson and a duck.

I am currently acting as a blogger, storyteller, photo snapper, video doodler and a closet screenplay writer on my spare time. During the day I pretend to be an IT expert and gotten away with it for the last twenty odd years (Oops! Hope my boss isn’t reading this!).

My passion is to write, write and write some more. And maybe snap a few photos in the process.

I guess I started scribbling when I got my first crayons and started learning my alphabet around five years of age. I have been and guess still am a little shy about my writing and a lot in the closet where writing is concerned. This is actually my third attempt in writing publicly. And the second time publishing on the world wide forum of the internet.

After my first attempt to sell a screenplay with the feedback “Too American for our taste” from a Finnish production company, I stopped writing for a while. Then I restarted after the internet was invented (not!). Actually, there were no blogs nor social media way back then. Just simple handmade sites with no feedback options. That was during the dark ages where Stone knives and bearskins were common place. A chisel was needed to carve the letters in stone, no one had even heard of a computer.

Why am I here?

I truly hope this isn’t a meaning of life kind of question, because as wise as I may think I am, I don’t think I can answer that question.
But seriously, I am here to make friends.

(ANGRY BEEP!)

Wrong answer?

“This is not Bloggers best friend race!”

It’s not? Sorry my mistake.

“Cut, cut, cut!”

?

“Line?”

(Muffled sound in the background) “I am here to learn to write, connect with other bloggers and get feedback on my work.”

I am here to learn to write, connect with other bloggers and get feedback on my work.
Was that OK, or do we need another take?

“It was fine.”

Are you sure? Because I think I can do better.

“It was fine! Trust me!”

OK then!

“That’s a wrap everyone!”

So that is it, me, myself and I.
Thanks for reading! You have been a great audience!

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Nightmares of Who I Am

“Who am I and why am I here? Has just become my greatest fear.” Mohit.K.Misra

Nightmares of Who I Am

Do I have anxieties?
What am I afraid of?
What is my worst fear?
What do I worry about?
Who am I scared of?

If you won’t ask me
I will never tell you
I prefer it that way
Staying anonymous, hidden
An enigma, never written

I’m not special
But I am different
I’m not ordinary
I am distinctive
Im not complicated
I am plain difficult

To your question
“Tell me about your childhood”
Without any hesitation
I say
You misunderstood
I get out

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Mirror, Mirror

“Before you judge me, my actions or my ways, just take a good look in the mirror because honey, you ain’t perfect”

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Who is the bitchiest
Of them all?

You say attitude
I say personality
Just because
I piss you off

Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Who is the smartest
Of them all?

I may play dumb
Or a lazy bum
But there within lies the fun
Always thinking like
The fastest gun

Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Is it my reflection
Or a deception?

It is myself I see
Even if thee
Don’t agree

It’s always going to be
Just me
In the
Mirror, Mirror

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Simply, Weird

“I’m not even on drugs, I am just weird” Alex Gaskarth

Simply, Weird

Bizarre
Curious
Eerie

Highly Extraordinary

Mismatched
Odd
Peculiar

Still Familiar

Scratchy
Sinful
Strange

Only Natural

Queer
Unusual
Uncanny

Seriously Virtuous

Unearthly
Weird
Whacked

Still, very very Wicked

Or am I simply,
A Special Edition?

weird

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, and a Writer

“I’m a writer and, therefore, automatically a suspicious character” – Alfred Hitchcock

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, and a Writer

Looking into
A writers mind
You may phew
On what you find

Look in,
Carefully

Surprisingly
Lurking
Emerging

A

Tinker, Tailor,
Soldier, Sailor,
Rich Man, Poor Man,
Beggar Man, Thief

Peeping Tom, Stalker
Pervert, Prude
Sister, Brother
Loud Mouth, Mute

A

Antagonist
Protagonist
Killer, Saviour
Bad behaviour?

Winner, Looser
Coward, Hero
Or simply a Zero?

Storyteller, Liar
Truth teller, Denier

A questionable character?
Or just a clever Actor?
Psychopath,
Or, on a Path?

Writer, Politician, or a Crook?
Did I get you hooked?

hitch