My #100NakedWords Archive

I created this post to keep a collection of all my daily entries for 100 Naked Words in one place. I’ll keep it up to date as I progress.

Please enjoy these bitesize chunks of nonsensical mind garbage.

#1 Ups and Downs

#2 The Money-God

#3 Online Banking Incredulity

#4 Writing Daily Like a Madman

#5 My Astute Two-Year-Old

#6 Stavrogin’s Demon

#7 The Depths of Kerouac and a Woody Allen Dream

#8 The Devils

#9 If You Wish To Be Happy, Be

#10 Haunting Doubts

#11 Zero Desire to Self-publish

#12 Perhaps Variety and Inconsistency Is My Style

#13 I Would Much Rather WRITE!

#14 Our Tortoise May Be Depressed

#15 Writing About Coming Up With Ideas About What to Write

#16 A Random Snippet of a Random Novel (in progress)

#17 Contextless Journal Entry

#18 A Few Synapses Short Of A Full Set

#19 A Halfwit Talking to Himself

#20 The Commoditisation of Mindfulness (in exactly 100 words)

Being Aware of How To Think

Enjoying the Challenge

I Am Not A Number (Ok, I’m a Load of Numbers) — #23

I don’t have a multiple-personality disorder. I’m just multifaceted. — #24

Money Should Mean Freedom, Stupid — #25

Genuine Expressions of Thanks — #26

Positive Rejections— #27

Journaling at Midnight — #28

Trying to be AWARE — #29

My Calendar Is Complexity Embodied— #30

Poetic Prose From a Business Summit— #31

Fatidic (an excerpt) — #32

An Imagined Conversation Between Two Coffee Shop Dwellers — #33

Making Up Stories — #34

Vignettes? — #35

The Empty Page — #36

Extrapolating Detail — #37

Coffee Bean Coffin — #38

A Tiny Stream of Connectives — #39

If I Was Transparent – #40

Parenthetical Obsession Disorder — #41

What is our narrative? — #42

In the eye — #43

A Convocation— #44

Expatiating — #45

Tracing Shapes of the Future — #46

A Sinking of the Humans? — #47

Resisting the urge to polish — #48

Habitual Switcher — #49

A Hospital Fan in Winter — #50

Social Media is Killing Me — #51

Reading Graham Greene again — #52

Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide …

Halfway Towards a New Future — #54

Piecing Together A Montage Of My Work — #55

I have decided to consider applying for membership to the human race again — #56

The Worms Which Weren’t Worms— #57

Purporting to Know Stuff About Stuff — #58

You know what else really grates me? — #59

An Imagined Conversation Between a Disassociated Doorman and a Mummy’s Boy — #60

An Imagined Conversation Between a Short Man and a Humorist with an Identity Crisis — #61

Trenchant Nonsense— #62

Physical Journaling and Stress, Stress, Stress. — #63

More Good Feedback From Rejections — #64

My Writing Has Faltered — #65

The bugs in my personality— #66

The abuse of question marks — #67

I Just Killed Social Media — #68

Book Buying Binges and Emotional Turbulence — #69

I Have a Tortoise. That is All. — #70

Not Yet Tarnished — #71

Unplugging from the madness — #72

The suicidal tendencies of my neglected notebook— #73

Familiar words smacking you in the face — #74

There was always the worry of gull defecation — #75

Go ahead and break my golden rule twice in a month why don’t you! — #76

What’s worse than blindness? Worldwide blindness. — #77

Using eBay like a secondhand bookshop — #78

Feeble Sidelights in the Fog — #79

Razor Blades — #80

A December Reading Binge — #81

That novel thing won’t write itself— #82

Words are cheap. Truth is not. — #83

Does this make you gag, roll your eyes, or none of the above? — #84

I write therefore I maybe am — #85

A meditation on email — #86

A Self-Defeating Story — #87

Tremulations — #88

(Unable to) Follow Instructions — #89

His mind was a microcosm of malignant narcissism — #90

Buying Empty Packs of Tablets — #91

Coding More. A Series of Fortunate Events. — #92

New Shirts. New Costume. — #93

The (allegorical) history of programming told through the (flimsy) analogy of house construction—…

A near death experience? Kind of… — #95

Going off the grid — #96

Falling Flat. Or Just Running It’s Course — #97

My poor journal — #98

Ripped open by emotion — #99

Grimace. Squint. Grimace. Escape. — #100

I did it. I really did it! 100 posts of naked, bare, raw reality (and unreality) from my brain.