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The Shooting Script for Hollywood Bus Stop: Naked Reading the Second will be available as a PDF to patrons only from February 1st 2018. An MP3 audio recording of the script is also uploaded (55 minutes long). The manuscript itself looks set to exceed 50,000 words. Work on the project continues… Your Humble Narrator is reminded time and again that writing brings serenity to the otherwise chaotic mind.
NB: This reading will be available to subscribers only – 2018 is the year in which The Naked Blonde Writer can no longer work for free. 

“And even though literary investigation may bear no real fruit, I must continue to write this out for myriad reasons, not least of which is the fact that – even to this day – I still find it difficult to believe, even though I possess all the photographs and documents of verification – I still find it difficult to believe that what I am about to write really did happen in my life. In Hollywood, it really did happen… But this story, dearest reader, is not about me…”

–Hollywood Bus Stop, The Dark Side of Tinsel Town.

One English Pound Per Week

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Who can work for £1.00 per week?
Your Naked Blonde Writer.

Question: How is this possible?

Answer: A calculator has ascertained that if all those who follow this blog pledged One English pound per week The Naked Blonde Writer could write, recite and record for Avid Readers, Attentive Listeners and Glorious Voyeurs until her allocated Time on Earth halts or the ink runs out of the pen…

Dearest Readers, Watchers, Listeners,
You have been with her for seven years – you came for The Naked Reading, this we know. The first book was produced under tremendous financial, emotional and intellectual pressure – but written it was, then performed naked, then recorded for eleven hours by voice. All the work was offered for free, for the love of literature, culture and nudity. Courageous, vulnerable and impecunious to the core… we can do this like that no more…
The next project – The Hollywood Bus Stop – requires patronage.
Question: How many followers will pledge £1.00 per week?
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Cash is a concept which confuses your humble narrator (hence the calculator),
but – alas! no author can subsist alone on bread & water,
and so to patrons we suggest,
a pledge to your Naked Blonde Writer…
in anticipation of Courageously Vulnerable Naked Literature To Be Continued…


Midnight Writer

P1030934Midnight marks the start of another insomniacal session in servitude to The Mighty Pen… this clock tick-tocks beside me… a delicate refrain… it has served humanity some two hundred and forty years and shall surely continue on long after I am gone… unless the work can acquire immortality… who was holding this pocket watch in 1777… another writer… awake late at night in the delicious solitude of the suicide hours only real writers can truly take on without sinking into profound despair… ticking is a quiet assurance against the Kafkaesque critic creeping up the stairs… I must resist… I must finish this first draft of The Dark Side of Tinsel Town… despite perpetual poverty, a writer’s destiny… ours is not to question why… just “write it, damn you” Joyce used to say, “what else are you good for?” … to the manuscript as if to the front, let two hundred years of time tick along beside my lines… I remember T.S. Eliot writing, “Midnight shakes the memory, Like a madman shakes a dead geranium.”


P1030930Made in the 16th Century – circa 1777, this pocket watch is ticking beside me as I type. For the author who created a factory in the first novel which she named Tick Tock, for the inconquerability of Time, for the New Year now upon us, your humble narrator shall attempt to elaborate on this artefact in a literary manner commensurate with its beauty… to be continued…



Literary Resolutions for 2018:

1; “If you are doing business with a religious sonnovabitch, get it in writing. His word isn’t worth shit, not with the ‘Good Lord’ telling him how to fuck you on the deal.” — William S. Burroughs.

2; “Do not cast your pearls before swine.” — Source Unknown, (tell me if you know).

3; “Above all else, Know Thyself.” — Socrates. Later developed by Shakespeare for the mouth of Polonius in Hamlet as, “this, above all else – to thine own self be true…”


Psychic night with Robert Browning

Photo by Anthony Jones, April 21, 2017

It was very late. I was in a room full of books; books which had not been touched for years. I love the smell of old books and that gorgeous loneliness which comes in the very early hours when the world is silent, safely surrounded by all those pages, written by all those brilliant minds and hearts who dared to leave messages for us… I chose at random; took out the first book which seemed to call for a look. It was a collection by the beautiful Robert Browning… I began to read. There was no sound except the camera clicking… the photographer stood over my shoulder when suddenly I saw the date of publication: of all the choices in the room, I had taken a book published on the exact same date on which I was now reading it – 154 years later… dead writers, living writers… a psychic universe… writers are telepathic… I didn’t choose the book that night; that book chose me.

The Naked Blonde Writer’s favourite Browning poem: My Last Duchess.


Blackout: an Alcoholic’s Fantasy

The following review was given to me last week. I am hereby posting it due to the very intelligent interpretation expressed within.

30th July 2017. Review for Blackout by Boyd Clack, Cardiff. 

I read Blackout in two sittings.  It tells the story of a young Valleys woman who meets the son of the amoral owner of the factory in which she and all the other women in the town work.  She is unaware of who the son is.  He has come to stay in a mountainside cottage which his father bought to live in when setting the factory up many years before.  The son is a somewhat deluded would be rock star and the cottage is filled with recording equipment on which he intends to create the album that will break him in the business.  He thinks the girl’s attitude and singing voice are perfect for his vision and she, excited at the idea, goes along with it.  The story itself is interesting and well told but in my reading of it the story became ephemeral to what I saw as the core subject matter.  The girl’s life, her relationships with her friends, fellow drinkers in the local pub, and her mother from whom she is alienated, indeed her entire perception of reality is filtered through the brain of an alcoholic.  I have some experience of such all consuming dependency and know that it creates another world, a parallel reality that slowly takes over the old reality to become the new true reality.  What Blackout does so well is to illustrate this quasi reality in a mundane setting.  I once frequented a pub that I thought to be a wonderful sparkling place full of glittering lights and fascinating people for several months then went there sober one evening to see it  for what it was, a seedy depressing dump peopled by fellow losers.  Blackout shows the facade of such a ‘glittering’ world with the dream of a new life and love and fame but I was aware that none of it was real, that it was the delusion of a stage of drug addiction.  It is this that gives the novel its power.  It is this that raises it above proletarian reportage.  It is this that gripped me.  Boyd Clack.  (Playboy of the Rhondda Valley; Poet Laureate of Despair.) X