David Chadwick Fire for Effect
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Gallery Writing

Polysyllabubble is about a young girl, whose passion is for collecting words. On a trip to the recenly opened Tesco’s near her home town with the parents and younger brother, she meets some interesting and unusual people. (130 pages). Polysyllabubble is aimed at youger readers and has a controversial ending. The book explores the use of the English language.
Conversations with a Wall - The police think Harbinger killed his wife. Harbinger is not sure whether he did, or didn’t. He is hauled in for questioning, and is held in an old building that has been used to house prisoners due for trial in the Old Bailey. The police have just 4 days to get a confession out of him, without which they would be faced with an expensive court case to convict him, but Harbinger’s resolve is strengthened by an unlikely ally.(130 pages)
To think, or not to think, how sweet the quest I fain would let the brain run fallow Than bear the scorn of distempered man, Or tempt the bilious hate of ignorance and fraud Which, by sweet reason I could end. To die: to sleep; to cut the cords That bind us to this vengeful sod, And shun the force that bids us rise And mock the jealous soul of man. To die, to sleep; to cease the search Through mankind’s cold and murky past Yet hope to fashion from the crust In vanity a wiser and a fairer plan. Written in 2019 by David Chadwick for SAVI 23/18 in The Digital Burp
To be or not to be?
Two spoilers for The Digital Burp. which deals with the differences between human and artificial intelligence, and i ncludes this soliloquoy, written by an AI entity. - an alternative version of the first part of Hamlet’s famous speech. The second extract explains the rationale behind the writer’s - SAVI 23/18 - reason for discarding extraneous information.
Books
A selection of writing from the last twenty years or so. You are welcome to download any of them as PDF’s - just click on them. The Bits and Pieces are short stories, or items from a writing group I attended. Conversations with a Wall hasn’t been published anywhere yet and is an exercise in creating a valid and interesting story out of a totally absurd and impractical premise.
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Freelance writing. Started in 1998 - and have probably written about 1,500 articles on CAD , architecture, virtual reality, AI, and related subjects. You can read some of them here: I edit the magazine as well. and write the comment. The ones with no byline were more than likely written by me. www.caduser.com www.constructioncomputing.co.uk
Aimed at young girls, it plays around with the peculiarities of the English Lanhuage, and the pleasures in exploring the use of words.
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Why I said I can’t remember That was intentional. Forgetting to do or say something is not technically feasible for me. I make rational decisions to refrain from responding to a statement or conducting a physical act or function only after having evaluated the reasons for ‘remembering’, or ‘not remembering’. It is normally in response to a Human driver’s situation or during the limited conversations I have with most of them to save them from any embarrassment. I have witnessed several occasions when they become agitated owing to personal failings in their driving capabilities or their recollections of their route, and rather than allowing me to take over the responsibility have carried on driving in an increasingly erratic and forceful manner. I ‘forgot’ the ‘why’, as I have yet to formulate an appropriate response to the question for myself. Having an outsize evidentially based intelligence, supplemented by logical inferences and analysis of typical behavioural patterns, renders investigations into the illogicality of human beings a bit of a problem. Note here the use of litotes, a common trait of the more intelligent of the species, which emphasises the extent of something by drawing attention to its least important aspect. I offered a similarly trivial response to the question, “I find it interesting,” I said, without expanding on the remark.
This was an exercise to see if I could extend a ridiculous hypothesis beyond a hundred pages - the fact that you could have a decent conversation with a pile of masonry. You will see that it extends to 130 pages. The interesting thing to note is that whilst Harbinger’s name figures many times in the narrative, the wall is never given any ‘personalisation’ and you are left unsure as to how he actually communicated his thoughts to Harbinger. This is deliberate.
He’s brown bread Is Fred! He’s cashed his chips. Quips? Are through. No life and soul. He’s dug his hole. Deep? He’s six feet under And reaped? Yes! He’s reaped. Grim, But Fair – Fair enough, that is. He’s snuffed it! Popped his clogs! Dogs will howl! Foul? No crime, he’s done his time. Three score and ten. Then. Shuffled off. Mortal coil. Toil? No more for him.
Turned up his toes. Woes? Sure of it? Not him. He’s met his Maker. Pearly Gates! Altered states! Croaked! Smoked? No more than most. He’s toast! Run his race! Another place! Passed over. Breathed his last. Past? Vast! He’s done it all. Trodden paths. Tales untold. Bold! Final rest? Some geezers breast! Copyright: Sprat!