Storytelling

Janet Street-Porter apparently said “Blogs are for anoraks who couldn’t get published any other way.” I’ve used this quote before in one of my posts, but I have never used it as a dig or a slur on Janet herself, or intended it to be used that way. Whether she actually said it or not is another thing, although she has been quoted as saying it many times. However, whether she said it or not, I use the quote today to highlight the fact that I am an anorak.

I’m ‘having a go’ at storytelling. Not in a book kind of way, or even a short story kind of way. I’m having a go at writing an on-going story. I’m having a go at publishing my story this way, rather than any other way. Hence the ‘I’m an anorak’ comment.

I’ve had the intention of writing a book for years, but never got around to starting it. I have a list of characters as long as my arm to use, loads of random ideas for situations for the characters to find themselves in, and as many pages to write as is needed. At least this way, I can get started. In fact, I wrote about starting it on 13th May 2010, in my first post on this blog. I have a feeling that I tend to take my time over things…

I enjoy writing in this blog, and this will give me something else to write about.

I won’t be writing the story in every post either. My One Minute Rambles will continue, as will my other waffles, but every once in a while, and more often than not, I’ll add a further few lines to the story I am building.

I’ve added the Creative Commons licence just in case my writing becomes a worldwide hit overnight. Well, you never know. Clancy Farquhar may have that special something that has been missing in the entire history of the written word. I’m sending a Cosmic Order for this, or something far better, and believe that it can happen. I do, however, need to make a start.

And I have.

Oh, sometimes, the parts of the story may just be ‘fillers’, to bridge the gaps, so to speak. Everything will fit together in the end.

Everything has a way of working out in the end.

Who is Clancy Farquhar?

“Clanky Farquhar!” Shouted the receptionist as though she was in a very bad mood.

“CLANKY FARQUHAR!” She bellowed once again, seemingly staring at everyone in the waiting room. There were only three people there, two men and a woman. The two men glanced around the room, at each other, and then back at the gruff receptionist. Neither of them were ‘Clanky Farquhar’. The woman was sitting, un-moving, trance-like.

The receptionist wrote a large cross on the form that was attached to her clipboard, and then turned her attention to one of the two men. “Elliot Rawlinson!”, she scowled at one of the men, and, rather sheepishly, the other one stood up. “Room three.” The receptionist said sternly,and pointed to the stairs. Elliot walked up the stairs, and disappeared along the corridor at the top.

Another buzzer sounded, and the receptionist tutted as she had to alter her direction from returning to her chair behind the receptionist’s desk, and back into the waiting room, where she shouted “Michael Green!”

“Greenwood…” the second man corrected, but the receptionist wasn’t interested. “Room four.” She pointed to the stairs again. Michael left the waiting room the same way that Elliot had.

The receptionist looked at the woman, who was now the only person waiting. “Wake up, miss”, she said, “are you waiting to see a dentist?”

The woman blinked, and looked up at the receptionist. “Oh, sorry, I was miles away” she said, with a kind, but embarrassed smile. The receptionist scowled and narrowed her eyes. “Clanky Farquhar?”

“That’s ‘sea’” the woman corrected the receptionist, who paid as much attention to this correction as she had the previous one, but before she could say anything Clancy stood up, and continued with her correction. “Clancy Farquhar. And no, I’m not waiting to see a dentist. I’m actually here to see you.”

The receptionist looked at Clancy with a look of confusion. Clancy looked at the receptionist with a look of familiarity.

“Do I know you, Miss Farquhar?” the receptionist asked, her voice had softened slightly, but was still stern.

“No, not yet,” Clancy answered. “But you will”