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My Diary For 2023

Every year I write a blog post about which diary system or set up I am going to use for the following twelve months. In recent years, I have moved away from a Filofax (I trialled something earlier this year - more of that in a minute) and fallen in love with the Hobonichi printed diaries. For the last two years I have used a Hobonichi Weeks as my personal planner and I won't be deviating from that this year. I have tried a Hobonichi Techo A6 a couple of times but have never managed to feel comfortable with it size-wise.  I have always lusted after the Hobonichi Cousin A5 as a main work planner so, this year, I have bitten the bullet at launch time and invested in my very first one. Hobonichi Weeks The Hobonichi Weeks is a slim diary with a yearly, monthly and weekly layout. The main section is a "week to view with notes" and there are an additional 70 note pages at the back. This year (2022) I used the "Mega" version which comes with almost three times as m

RED

Fame.  The reputation that I had recently acquired was a force to be reckoned with.  I had officially gone public to dispel the rumours but now so many people were determined to make a few quid from their brief acquaintance with me.  If the truth be told, I was sure I didn't know all of them but they were convinced they knew me.  Stories about places I'd never been and events that had never happened, but the media lapped it up and printed it anyway.  It created column inches and sold papers.


I wasn't sure that my notoriety was interesting.  I do know that I was being used - the tables had been turned.  It made me see red!  That wasn't right.  I was supposed to be the one to call the shots.

I abhorred the feelings that were dredged from the depths of my past.  I was supposed to be incredible; wired and full of assuredness but I could feel myself becoming uncoloured and heading towards redemption just for a bit of peace and quiet again.  But that was what they wanted.  Someone was determined to expose me as a fake when all I wanted to do was to slink into the shadows again and continue with my work undercover.

I wasn't a predator - give me a break!  It was all about balance: black and white, heaven and hell, good and evil.  I had been accredited with darkness and malevolence however no-one really knew the truth.  The truth had been lost and censored in a whirl of PR and marketing.  It was incredible how easily the public believed what they were fed.  I was used to being undesired and censored but had been looking forward to a bit of cultured living for a change.

I have made my decision.  I shall announce that I have retired from the public eye and alter my appearance so that I am unrecognisable.  I shall not be prominent but I'll always be watching you and you may see me if you look hard enough.  A flash of a red shoe, a hint of red nail varnish, a slash of red lipstick.  Red has always been the colour of the Devil, after all.

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I had no idea where this was leading but tried to keep it short and interesting in a flash fiction type of way.   I also had this mad idea to find all the "red" in the piece.  I'm not sure if that works but I've left it in anyway.