I’ve been very bad at blogging, I know.
There’s something about a new laptop (yep!), sudden influx of work, and a writing spree (because of my new ‘paper’ journal!)
Yep. I’ve rediscovered the joys of writing on paper 
Slightly dickensian…I’d like some feedback
Home
So this was to be his new home.
The station lay, small and dark along the fossil like tracks. It was a bright day and Thomas had to shield his eyes from the afternoon sun as he followed them with his eyes. The distance was playing tricks with his eyes, as the tracks seemed to converge just at the horizon, forming a sort of giant arrow. Where did they lead, he thought. Maybe London, the city where his father was; maybe Paris even though he did not really know where it was; maybe even Australia, vague murmurs of big ships and open blue seas echoing in his head.
“Boy!”
His head shot up. Yes. That was Mr.Braithwaite. A big man with a corpulent nose who had come to his house and had done a bit of trade. Two pounds for a life. Yes.
“Boy! Stop dreaming and get over here!”
So this was to be his new home
So this was to be his new home.
Thomas tried to make himself comfortable in the hard gravel on which he lay. The tunnel was damp and dark and he could hear what sounded like rats but he couldn’t be afraid. His eyes were drooping and heavy but he couldn’t sleep. A train would be coming soon, the 5.12 to Manchester.
But the visitor was no train, no innocent yet purposeful machine of the railways, but he. He, of the railway guard. He, of the hooked nose and blackened teeth with bright eyes and breath quickened by something that Tom did not understand. A touch on his thighbone was his only warning. A train passed by. The 5.12 to Manchester. But Tom was invisible.
And this was his new home
Thomas did not know what home was.
He stood at the doorway, leaning against the heaving wall. The wind stung his face, the scenery-towns, cities, picturesque villages almost fairy-tale like-passed by, left behind by the great hunk of metal Tom stood in.
He watched them, he longed for them but he knew that he could not have them. They weren’t his.
And then the sea. And a ship to clean. Salt in the air and sailors and sea gulls. And a land…far away, far away, whispering of strange animals and convicts.
But it wasn’t going to be home. Thomas didn’t know what home was, after all.
Funny that you say this, because…
1) I’ve been worse at blogging. And it’s not the first time either.
2) My LiveJournal and blog killed my wonderful paper diary.
Also, I’m enjoying your writing so far, is it going to be a story? So far, it isn’t telling much, but it does leave a reader tempted.
Comment by Iva — December 20, 2007 @ 8:58 pm
Hello, I’m from Despair. =)
I like your writing, it’s quite descriptive but I don’t quite understand the plot…unless it’s not over yet?
Comment by Kimberly — December 22, 2007 @ 7:38 pm
that was so pretty!
Comment by kimba — December 24, 2007 @ 7:36 am
I liked what you wrote; it was very descriptive. That’s one thing I’ve never been good at, unfortunately.
Comment by Angela — December 26, 2007 @ 7:13 am
I’ve long lost the joy of writing on paper but it seems I’m pretty bad about writing in my blog as well so I don’t know lol.
Comment by Shivon — December 26, 2007 @ 12:43 pm
I do like writing on paper sometimes, and I find taking notes on paper in class oddly satisfying!
Comment by Mellissa — December 28, 2007 @ 10:41 pm
I am bad at blogging to. I am resolving to do more in the New Year.
Oh, I wish I had a laptop. I might save for one this year. 
Comment by Leslie — December 30, 2007 @ 11:46 pm
That was beautifully written, but it also made me feel sad. Your writing always leaves me in awe. It is what drew me to your blog in the first place.
Comment by Gena — December 31, 2007 @ 6:51 am
I liked your writing it made me want to keep reading. It was clear and udnerstandle, yet advanced.
Sweet sweet.
And yeah, I always write on paper. I will not give in to the new way of writing everything on the comp. lol
Comment by Lauren — December 31, 2007 @ 9:25 am
WOW - I really enjoyed that piece. I like your style - it makes me want to read more! *lol* I think you’re off to a good start, and I’d like to see where it goes.
I have to admit that beyond my penpal letters, I do all of my other “creative” writing on the computer. While I do sort of miss writing more on paper, typing is easier, not to mention faster. I type a heck of a lot faster than I write! *lol*
x despair
Comment by Irene — January 4, 2008 @ 2:43 am
I really enjoyed that! It was very good.
Comment by Rawllie — January 7, 2008 @ 2:03 pm
It’s a good story. I like the style of writing. I agree that it’s quite Dickensian (is that even a word? XD) because of the protagonist and the themes in the story so far. Have fun writing it!
Comment by Sarah — January 9, 2008 @ 2:23 pm
I like the descriptive and internal way that you wrote, where the reader gets a sense of what is going on outside in a unique way as well as what is going on inside of the character without revealing too much.
Comment by Morbid Romantic — January 28, 2008 @ 3:39 pm