tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592591789385602191.post8462155843676082958..comments2023-12-25T05:45:34.307+00:00Comments on Broken Biro: Writing the truthbroken birohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06233920262119205474noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592591789385602191.post-55813792929697618202010-04-13T20:49:25.454+01:002010-04-13T20:49:25.454+01:00If you had the people in question assassinated... ...If you had the people in question assassinated... no, I guess not. In the meantime, as long as you can write paragraphs like that dead duck one, you'll do just fine.<br /><br />I wouldn't write a story that clearly implicated, and would hurt, someone I know. But I would write a different story with some of the same elements, and draw on my personal experiences and feelings.Mark Kerstetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13307987573435067415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592591789385602191.post-40235803971446825022010-04-09T15:59:29.586+01:002010-04-09T15:59:29.586+01:00Ooh I'm intrigued! It's a tricky one. I ...Ooh I'm intrigued! It's a tricky one. I personally couldn't bear to tell tales (and I have many) that might hurt or demean anyone I know, so will have to wait until they're all dead.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05986874444030474719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592591789385602191.post-46157689756078114752010-04-09T08:12:46.498+01:002010-04-09T08:12:46.498+01:00A former Fleet Street editor once offered me work ...A former Fleet Street editor once offered me work with a national tabloid. By the time the offer came, I had seen just how low I would be expected to go in the pursuit of a headline. He, himself, knew no bounds.<br /><br />Not for me I'm afraid. In the end, you've got to be able to live with yourself.Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13494219959077922220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592591789385602191.post-81483404789562081282010-04-09T00:13:08.451+01:002010-04-09T00:13:08.451+01:00I'd sell you down the river for a Toffee Crisp...I'd sell you down the river for a Toffee Crisp, and my Grandmother for half a packet of dry roasted peanuts.<br /><br />A sliver of ice in a writer's heart? No, the whole blimmin' glacier.<br /><br />Change the name and gender. No-one ever guesses ...Moptophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03043271018134053860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592591789385602191.post-87999940240320531032010-04-08T18:58:23.502+01:002010-04-08T18:58:23.502+01:00Oh, I know what you mean. You think you ramble, bu...Oh, I know what you mean. You think you ramble, but I get it. I have such a true story that I would have to leave the country or the planet if I told it. It has to be told. It pushes at the edges of my skin. I wrote some of it on a secret blog once and deleted it immediately. It was too skinky cullen.Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.com