Blessed Is The Ipod

It's a strange feeling.

You get yourself a cup of coffee, grab a quick bite to eat then park yourself down to write for just an hour, maybe hour and a half.
Plug yourself into your Ipod and type away.
By the time I looked up it was four in the morning.
My first reaction was "Did I miss The Simpsons?" quickly followed by "Wow, how much did I write?" and then the inevitable. "My arse! My arse, I can't feel my arse!!"
Still not sure where it all came from but I like to thank Ida Maria, Imelda May (simply amazing singer), Leonard Cohen, U2, Alabama 3 and Nescafe for helping me write for ages.

It's a good feeling when you'r in a flow, just going along with what the story tells me to write.
It was great.
I missed that feeling of having no control over what is coming out of your mind.
In a good way.

I could've written more but since it was 4am, kinda thought I needed my beauty sleep.
Ask anyone, I really do.

Tonight'll be a wee test. Taking the story with me to work. See if night shift'll let me write.
Fingers crossed I'm not on with Nurse Slow.

Two Months To The Greatest Day

Flipping Wedding.

Sorry to go off the point of the the blog but the two are linked, my life and my stories.
As much as I'd like to keep them seperate Life does get in the way, in my wedding's case it's in a big way.
Stag nights, Hen parties, flowers, organists, My suit, The Future Mrs Healey's dress, Hotel, Church, future brother in law who wants get get his suit from Primark, and of course money, seemed to have slowly slipped up behind me and shouted BOO.

Don't get me wrong, can't wait for the day. I'm looking forward to the day.
I just wish.
Well....
That we'd planned all this a wee bit earlier. and actually saved money like we planned too, instead of making it all up as we went along.
Hope London's not as dear as I've heard.

I'm sure the day will be wonderful, I'm sure nothing will go wrong, just at the moment I'm like a swan. Cool, calm, graceful up top.
Under the surface: AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!

Moments like this I'm glad of this blog. I get to spew my brains on to the computer and get back to life feeling about half a stone lighter.
Also glad I'm writing again. The continuing saga of John Doe (version bugger knows what) is back on the boil and feeling better than ever. And for those who know me, yes there will be a soundtrack.
I'll probably put up a wee story of two to see what you people think.
I need to feel the love, especially since I will be eating beans for the next two months....

Well dear reader, I'll leave you now. I have to see a man about pain and ink.
I will leave you with this thought.
"Always listen to your inner-chipmunk, for he is the chipmunk of reality, and not the magpie of hope".


I think my brain's just snapped.

Why Fake Tan?

Odd thing to call a blog isn't it?

Well, FAKE TAN started off when I was in Aboyne Academy.
Ah memories.
I would print up these strange looking business cards and give them to my friends. Even back then I was calling myself Writer In Residence, mainly because it looked good to read but also because I was the only one in my house writing.

Back then everything I wrote was based in Tarland, a village about 40 odd miles away from Aberdeen, one story even ended with the village blowing up becasue of something the dinner lady at the local school had done.

Now my stories have branched out and now live in a town/city (depending on what fits) called Hammerton. Not sure why it's called that, just sounds like a place to live.

I chose the name FAKE TAN because I wanted people to think "What an odd name" and that it would stick in their heads and people would want to know more and read more of the stories.

Over the years I had lost sight of why I started wiriting, and who I was writing for but I'm back and determined to do it right this time.

Thank you for listening to this mini rant and I promise the next entry will be a bit more interesting.

Fake Tan Stories

Welcome to Fake Tan Stories, the birth and home of all my stories.

I've been writing on and off for quite some time now. The reason I haven't been published is, well, me. I'm great at starting a story, good at coming up with scenes and ideas but shockingly bad and keeping them going.

Setting up this blog means that you lucky people can keep me fueled, focused on actually finishing what I've started. Anyone who joins me on this slightly stilted ride will get a mention in my book when I eventually get it finished and I will be eternally thankful for your help.

Also, this is my first blog so if anyone can help me out or give me pointers on what I'm doing right or wrong, again I will be thankful.

My rise to fame starts here, and it's all because of you.

Well, I say rise...

Well, I say fame...