A to Z – April – 2026 – W

W is for – Who is that girl?

Have you ever just decided on the spur of the moment to get away?

Anywhere but home, or whatever you think home is, but really it’s just four walls slowly closing in on you because it turns out it had become nothing like what you were hoping for.

A bit like life, really.

I ran away from home, not literally, but practically, because everything back home reminded me of the miserable life I had, no respect, no friends to speak of, and parents who couldn’t see past the aspirations they had for me, my father’s to take over the hardware store, and my mother’s, to marry that nice girl Cindy, just up the road.

Cindy had no aspirations.  The hardware store was a dinosaur from the past and would soon be superseded by the online suppliers who were cheaper and always in stock.

No one was listening, so I left.

Now, the same was happening.  No one was listening, and I was getting stuck in a rut.

Time, I told myself, for a change.

New York Penn Station, the place to go anywhere other than New York.

I fired up my iPad and found the first trip it showed me, from Penn Station on West 34th Street to Kansas City the next morning at 10:45, Via Chicago.  I’d never been to Chicago, but I’d just watched a rather bad musical movie called Calamity Jane, and it was a place in it. 

I think they called that serendipity.

I packed my trusty backpack for a two-day travelling experience after booking a business class seat.  I would, at the very least, travel in a little comfort, and was no stranger to sleeping in seats, given the number of red-eye specials I took travelling for the company.

I found the train and my seat, shown to me by a conductor, which was a surprise.

Then it was simply a matter of picking up my book and reading until it was time to sleep.

Except…

Just before the train departed, a girl, about my age, if I were to guess, came up the aisle, looking at seat numbers and then sitting next to me.

First reaction, she smelled of mothballs.  An odd thought, had she been living in a clothes closet?  Nothing would surprise me in New York.

Second revelation, surprise, she travelled with so little.  Perhaps that was why she had so many clothes on: jeans, flannel shirt, jumper, jacket, scarf, gloves, sturdy boots.

She looked me up and down but said nothing.  I tried not to look at her, but there was something about her.  Had I seen her before? Was she ill?  She looked very pale, and her eyes were watery.  Did she have a cold or, worse, a variant of COVID?  I really didn’t want to get sick before I got started on this odyssey.

For a few minutes, before the train started rolling out of the station, I seriously considered getting off the train.

I didn’t and hoped I wouldn’t regret it.

Six hours out, she looked like death warmed up.  There was definitely something wrong with her, and I was considering going to the conductor to see if there was a doctor on board.

Then she woke up.

I had to ask, “Are you alright?”

“Why?”

“You look very ill.”

“I just feel out of sorts.  Time of the year, between seasons.  Hot one minute, cold the next.”

I’m surprised she told me, after the instant dagger look she gave me before I asked.

“Why take the train when you can fly?”

“Going to see my parents in Kansas City.”

“You live there?”

“No.”

Didn’t answer the question.  Like everyone else I spoke to, it was impossible to get a straight answer to a clear question.

“But your parents live there?”

“Yes.”

“But you don’t?”

“No.”

“They moved to Kansas City?”

“No.  Lived there all their lives.”

“But you don’t?”

“No.”

“Wouldn’t it be quicker to fly?”

“Not enough time.”

OK.  Another strange answer that begged a hundred questions.

“For what?”

She gave me a seriously dangerous look, and I think if she had either a gun or a knife, I’d be dead now.  “Do you always ask daft questions?”

“Mostly, it seems, but I’ll bite.  Not enough time for what?”

“To think about what I will say to them?”

“About what?”

OK.  That was not a question to ask, but she piqued my interest.

“A guy I knew in Kansas City.”

“But you don’t live there?”

“He followed me to New York.  Thought I was the one.  Seems he thought that about three of us, so he had three ‘the one’s’.  If you know what I mean.”

I seriously considered going back to sleep.  Or reading the Gideon version of the Bible, the one I stole from a hotel room.

“But you didn’t live in Kansas City?”

“Not now.  No.”

“Then I’ll leave you to it.”

“To what?”

“Thinking.”

“About?”

“The not being the ‘one’.”

She looked at me strangely.  “Are you sure you’re not an axe murderer?  I mean, it would be just my luck…”

©  Charles Heath 2025-2026

365 Days of writing, 2026 – 100

Day 100 – Write like a spy

The Art of the Dossier: What Writers Can Learn from the CIA’s Style Guide

In the world of espionage, information is the ultimate currency. But information is useless if it’s buried under a mountain of fluff, jargon, and muddy thinking.

The Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) is arguably the world’s most demanding editor. When an intelligence officer files a report, they aren’t writing for leisure; they are writing for a busy policymaker who needs to make life-or-death decisions in seconds. To ensure clarity, the CIA famously published Psychology of Intelligence Analysis and various internal style guides.

For the fiction writer or the essayist, these rules are more than just bureaucratic mandates—they are a masterclass in narrative tension and reader engagement. Here is how you can write like a spy to make your prose lethal.


1. The Principle of “Bottom-Line Up Front” (BLUF)

In intelligence, the most important information must come first. The CIA mandates that reports lead with the “BLUF”—the core conclusion or the most vital intelligence finding.

The Writer’s Takeaway: Stop burying the lede. If you’re writing a thriller, don’t spend three pages describing the weather before the murder happens. If you’re writing a blog post, don’t make the reader hunt for your thesis. If your reader has to guess what your point is, you’ve already lost them. Lead with the punch, and use the rest of the text to provide the evidence.

2. Radical Brevity

The CIA’s style guide is obsessed with brevity. Intelligence officers are taught to cut every word that doesn’t contribute to the meaning. Adjectives are suspicious; adverbs are practically treasonous.

The Writer’s Takeaway: Your readers aren’t sitting in a bunker waiting for your next sentence—they’re scrolling through a world of distractions. Every word you write that fails to advance the plot or the argument is a “dead drop” of wasted space. Use the “CIA Filter”: If you can delete a word without changing the meaning, delete it. Your prose will become muscular, cold, and confident.

3. Precision Over Poetry

“The night was dark and menacing.” To a spy, this is a useless sentence. It’s subjective. It tells us nothing.

The CIA demands objective, verifiable language. Instead of “menacing,” they want “the suspect was observed checking his watch every thirty seconds.”

The Writer’s Takeaway: Show, don’t tell—but do it through the lens of a forensic investigator. Instead of using purple prose to describe an emotion, focus on the physical tells. A character who is nervous doesn’t need to be described as “anxious”; have them obsessively clean their glasses or avoid eye contact. Precision creates a psychological atmosphere that “poetic” writing often ruins.

4. Know Your Audience’s “Knowledge Gap”

Spy reports are calibrated specifically to the knowledge base of the recipient. If you’re writing for a President, you don’t explain the history of a region; you explain how a regional event threatens national interests.

The Writer’s Takeaway: Who are you writing for? If you’re writing a technical guide for experts, use the jargon. If you’re writing for a general audience, simplify. The biggest mistake writers make is “The Curse of Knowledge”—assuming the reader knows what you know. A spy anticipates the reader’s ignorance and bridges the gap quickly, without condescension.

5. Differentiate Fact from Inference

This is the cardinal rule of intelligence: never confuse what you saw with what you think.

The Writer’s Takeaway: This is perhaps the best lesson for fiction writers. Writers often conflate a character’s internal thoughts with the objective reality of the scene. By maintaining a sharp line between “The gun went off” (fact) and “He felt like a coward” (inference), you create a much stronger narrative layer. It forces you to rely on external evidence to show internal truth.


The Verdict: Is it useful?

If you want your writing to be flowery, whimsical, or deeply introspective, the CIA’s style guide will feel like a straitjacket. But if you want your writing to be gripping, clear, and impossible to put down, it is the best advice you will ever receive.

Writing like a spy means respecting the reader’s time and intelligence. It means stripping away the ego of the author to focus entirely on the delivery of the mission—the story.

Next time you open a blank document, imagine the stakes are highest. Cut the fluff. Lead with the punch. Identify your objective.

Go dark, write sharp, and don’t get caught in the weeds.

NaNoWriMo – April – 2026 – Day 27

It’s interesting that no matter how much you outline and plan a chapter, when it comes to actually putting words on paper, it doesn’t quite run the way it should.

Last night I toiled over the chapter that has the first of the plot twists.

It’s been writing itself in my head, and I’ve been making notes to supplement the plan and take those notes into consideration.

But…

When I wrote it, the first time around, it didn’t seem right. You know what that’s like. It’s not the second-guessing thing, it’s not the being over-critical thing, you write it, walk away, get a coffee, or in my case, a large Scotch and soda water, and go back.

You either tell yourself it’s utterly brilliant, or at the other end of the scale, complete rubbish.

I was somewhere in between, and the cat, who was skulking nearby, suddenly found himself a captive critic.

I read it out loud, he made weird faces, and, yes, I could see what was bothering me.

Three hours later, past two in the morning, it was in better shape than I was.

NaNoWriMo – April – 2026 – Day 26

Today went well; the book is now almost editing itself, such is the benefit of outlining.

I’m almost sold on the planning idea, but that will sort itself out next time.

The way the story is running, and the additions I have made so far, the story is going to be longer than anticipated.

I’ve just seen a glaring plot hole and will be working to fix that, and then that opens a can of worms because the ending is now a choice of three.

This is the trouble with rereading and changing and not being satisfied and letting editors tell you what needs to be fixed when nothing really needs to be fixed in the first place.

Damn, it’s just the editing jitters kicking in.

It’s time to get back to the current project and finish it.

365 Days of writing, 2026 – 99

Day 99 – The Forster Effect

The Unspoken Truth: Why Writing is the Ultimate Act of Discovery

“How can I tell what I think until I see what I say?”

E.M. Forster, the celebrated author of A Passage to India, penned this deceptively simple line, and it has echoed through the halls of literature and psychology ever since. At first glance, it sounds like a paradox. We usually think of thought as the precursor to action—we process, we formulate, and then we speak or write.

But Forster flips the script. He suggests that thought is not a static state waiting to be expressed; it is a fluid process that is crystallised through the act of expression.

If you’ve ever sat down to write an email, a journal entry, or a creative piece, you’ve likely experienced the “Forster Effect.” You start with a vague, amorphous cloud of feelings or ideas. You type a sentence. You look at it, frown, delete it, and try again. Suddenly, as the words hit the page, the fog lifts. You realise, “Oh, that’s actually what I believe.”

Here is why Forster’s wisdom is the key to unlocking your own clarity.

1. Thought is Abstract; Language is Structural

Our internal lives are messy. They are collections of half-formed impulses, sensory memories, and emotional echoes. When we keep these inside, they remain formless.

Language, however, is structural. It requires a subject, a verb, and an object. It demands logic. When you force your subconscious thoughts into the rigid architecture of a sentence, you are forced to choose. You must discard the surplus and define the core. Writing acts as a refining fire, burning away the noise and leaving behind the essence of your position.

2. The “Mirroring” Effect of the Page

When you “see what you say,” you are essentially externalising your consciousness. By putting your thoughts on paper, you turn them into an object you can observe.

You stop being the person having the thought and become an editor viewing the thought. This shift in perspective is transformative. You can spot the gaps in your logic, the inconsistencies in your values, or the hidden fears driving your opinions. You can’t argue with your own brain when it’s spinning in circles, but you can argue with a paragraph on a screen.

3. Writing as a Discovery Tool (Not a Recording Tool)

Most people make the mistake of using writing only to “record” thoughts that were already fully formed. They treat the pen (or keyboard) like a stenographer.

But true creativity and clarity come when you use writing as a discovery tool. Don’t write to tell people what you know; write to find out what you know. If you start a sentence without knowing how it ends, you are giving your subconscious permission to take the wheel. You will often find yourself surprised by your own insights. That surprise is the feeling of growth.

How to Practice the “Forster Method”

If you want to clear the mental clutter, try these three strategies:

  • The Morning Pages Technique: Commit to writing three pages of stream-of-consciousness thoughts first thing in the morning. Don’t edit, don’t worry about grammar, and don’t stop. Just let the pen move. You will be shocked by the realisations that emerge when you bypass your inner critic.
  • The “Why” Chain: When you have a strong opinion, write it down. Then, write “Because…” and finish the sentence. Then write “Because…” again for that sentence. You will eventually hit the bottom of your own belief system.
  • Talk to the Page: If you’re struggling with a difficult decision, treat your journal like a trusted friend. Write, “I’m not sure how I feel about X, but here is what I’m worried about…” and let the dialogue unfold.

The Bottom Line

We spend so much of our lives waiting for “the right time” to speak or “the perfect thought” to arrive. But silence is rarely as clarifying as we hope it will be.

If you want to understand your own mind, stop waiting for the epiphany. Pick up a pen. Start a sentence. You might be surprised at who you find on the other side of that first period. As Forster knew, we aren’t just expressing ourselves—we are inventing ourselves with every word we choose.

365 Days of writing, 2026 – 99

Day 99 – The Forster Effect

The Unspoken Truth: Why Writing is the Ultimate Act of Discovery

“How can I tell what I think until I see what I say?”

E.M. Forster, the celebrated author of A Passage to India, penned this deceptively simple line, and it has echoed through the halls of literature and psychology ever since. At first glance, it sounds like a paradox. We usually think of thought as the precursor to action—we process, we formulate, and then we speak or write.

But Forster flips the script. He suggests that thought is not a static state waiting to be expressed; it is a fluid process that is crystallised through the act of expression.

If you’ve ever sat down to write an email, a journal entry, or a creative piece, you’ve likely experienced the “Forster Effect.” You start with a vague, amorphous cloud of feelings or ideas. You type a sentence. You look at it, frown, delete it, and try again. Suddenly, as the words hit the page, the fog lifts. You realise, “Oh, that’s actually what I believe.”

Here is why Forster’s wisdom is the key to unlocking your own clarity.

1. Thought is Abstract; Language is Structural

Our internal lives are messy. They are collections of half-formed impulses, sensory memories, and emotional echoes. When we keep these inside, they remain formless.

Language, however, is structural. It requires a subject, a verb, and an object. It demands logic. When you force your subconscious thoughts into the rigid architecture of a sentence, you are forced to choose. You must discard the surplus and define the core. Writing acts as a refining fire, burning away the noise and leaving behind the essence of your position.

2. The “Mirroring” Effect of the Page

When you “see what you say,” you are essentially externalising your consciousness. By putting your thoughts on paper, you turn them into an object you can observe.

You stop being the person having the thought and become an editor viewing the thought. This shift in perspective is transformative. You can spot the gaps in your logic, the inconsistencies in your values, or the hidden fears driving your opinions. You can’t argue with your own brain when it’s spinning in circles, but you can argue with a paragraph on a screen.

3. Writing as a Discovery Tool (Not a Recording Tool)

Most people make the mistake of using writing only to “record” thoughts that were already fully formed. They treat the pen (or keyboard) like a stenographer.

But true creativity and clarity come when you use writing as a discovery tool. Don’t write to tell people what you know; write to find out what you know. If you start a sentence without knowing how it ends, you are giving your subconscious permission to take the wheel. You will often find yourself surprised by your own insights. That surprise is the feeling of growth.

How to Practice the “Forster Method”

If you want to clear the mental clutter, try these three strategies:

  • The Morning Pages Technique: Commit to writing three pages of stream-of-consciousness thoughts first thing in the morning. Don’t edit, don’t worry about grammar, and don’t stop. Just let the pen move. You will be shocked by the realisations that emerge when you bypass your inner critic.
  • The “Why” Chain: When you have a strong opinion, write it down. Then, write “Because…” and finish the sentence. Then write “Because…” again for that sentence. You will eventually hit the bottom of your own belief system.
  • Talk to the Page: If you’re struggling with a difficult decision, treat your journal like a trusted friend. Write, “I’m not sure how I feel about X, but here is what I’m worried about…” and let the dialogue unfold.

The Bottom Line

We spend so much of our lives waiting for “the right time” to speak or “the perfect thought” to arrive. But silence is rarely as clarifying as we hope it will be.

If you want to understand your own mind, stop waiting for the epiphany. Pick up a pen. Start a sentence. You might be surprised at who you find on the other side of that first period. As Forster knew, we aren’t just expressing ourselves—we are inventing ourselves with every word we choose.

NaNoWriMo – April – 2026 – Day 26

Today went well; the book is now almost editing itself, such is the benefit of outlining.

I’m almost sold on the planning idea, but that will sort itself out next time.

The way the story is running, and the additions I have made so far, the story is going to be longer than anticipated.

I’ve just seen a glaring plot hole and will be working to fix that, and then that opens a can of worms because the ending is now a choice of three.

This is the trouble with rereading and changing and not being satisfied and letting editors tell you what needs to be fixed when nothing really needs to be fixed in the first place.

Damn, it’s just the editing jitters kicking in.

It’s time to get back to the current project and finish it.

Harry Walthenson, Private Detective – the second case – A case of finding the “Flying Dutchman”

What starts as a search for a missing husband soon develops into an unbelievable story of treachery, lies, and incredible riches.

It was meant to remain buried long enough for the dust to settle on what was once an unpalatable truth, when enough time had passed, and those who had been willing to wait could reap the rewards.

The problem was, no one knew where that treasure was hidden or the location of the logbook that held the secret.

At stake, billions of dollars’ worth of stolen Nazi loot brought to the United States in an anonymous tramp steamer and hidden in a specially constructed vault under a specifically owned plot of land on the once docklands of New York.

It may have remained hidden and unknown to only a few, if it had not been for a mere obscure detail being overheard …

… by our intrepid, newly minted private detective, Harry Walthenson …

… and it would have remained buried.

Now, through a series of unrelated events, or are they, that well-kept secret is out there, and Harry will not stop until the whole truth is uncovered.

Even if it almost costs him his life.  Again.

NaNoWriMo – April – 2026 – Day 25

Having reached the milestone of writing 50,000 words plus, it’s not the time to hang up the pen and think the job’s done.

It isn’t.

I still have a few more chapters to write, to bring the story to a satisfying conclusion.

That I’m still not quite sure about, but I have one conclusion I’ll write, and then later if I think of something better, I’ll substitute it.

That isn’t to say the end won’t change when it’s time to make a second pass at the manuscript.

Other than that, things are going according to plan. This means, I guess, that writing to a plan can work even for someone who doesn’t usually use that method

I will be considering this to plan the sequels for the two series I’m writing at the moment.

But, not to get ahead of myself, I have this project to finish.

A to Z – April – 2026 – V

V is for – A Viper’s Misguided Revenge

“I dare you to tell me the truth.”

Evelyn glared at me with such intensity that it made me feel hot under the collar. 

Perhaps that was a tinge of guilt, not that I had done anything wrong, but her meddling sister had been in her ear again, and I was never going to live down the fact that I chose Evelyn over her.

It had taken me a week to realise Darcy, her older sister, was a manipulative and evil woman like their mother had been.   And years before, I had rediscovered Evelyn, and another after that, before we started dating.

Now it was the week of the wedding, and Darcy was up to her old tricks.  Her sister was happy and settled, Darcy was not, and she didn’t like it.

“The truth about Elizabeth.”

Oh, Elizabeth.  The other girl I’d liked at school, and was out of my league, then and now.  Darcy trotted her out every time she wanted to make Evelyn unsettled, hinting that we had had a long-standing relationship the whole time, and secretly, I was more in love with her.

The truth?  I was not.  She had told me a long time ago that anything with me was impossible because of her parents’ expectations.

“Well, the obvious truth is she’s a lovely lady, single, simply because she doesn’t trust any man, and probably will remain so now that she has taken over the running of her family business.  You and I both know for a fact she has spent three weeks at best this side of the Atlantic this year, so I’m not sure when we’re supposed to have found time to be together.”

It was the same answer I gave her the last time and the time before that.  And it would be the next time if there was a next time.  I always took it as a sign that if Evelyn was looking for excuses, she started prevaricating.

“You’ve made four two-week trips to England in the last six months.”

This was true, and I told her the details of each trip, where I went, who I saw, and called her twice a day, first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

I sighed.  I just caught a glimpse of Darcy outside the door to the room, listening to the fruits of her labours, to break us up.  Perhaps it was time to do so.  Darcy was never going to give up, and Evelyn was always going to not fully trust me.

“The truth is always going to be what you believe, Evelyn, not what I say.  And if you want the truth, right now, it is that whatever it is we think we have, it’s not going to work.  Not if you’re going to let Darcy undermine our relationship.  So, here’s the truth, Evelyn.  We should not get married and spend the rest of our lives regretting it.  There has been and always will be only one girl for me, and that’s you.  It’s a pity Darcy can’t see that.  So, another truth, Evelyn, let Darcy pick your husband, get her seal of approval, and perhaps then she’ll stop making everybody else’s life as miserable as hers is.  I’m sorry, Evelyn, but enough is enough.”

“The wedding is off?”  Why did she suddenly sound incredulous?

“It’s what Darcy wants, and you apparently agree with her.  As for me, I’m done with Washington. I actually quit my job yesterday, and in about three hours, I’m getting on a plane to go home.  Since my father died, my mother has not been coping with the business, and Joey is about as useless as Darcy is.  Pity they didn’t get married, they are certainly a pigeon pair.  But there it is, you live and learn.  Goodbye, Evelyn.  I really do hope you find what you’re looking for, but as far as I can see, it’s not me.”

I gave her a final look up and down, realising that I would never find another like her ever again.  Then I shook my head and walked out of the room.  Had she asked me to come back, I would have.  Had she said she was no longer going to listen to her sister, I would have believed her, but she said nothing.

Darcy was waiting at the front door and opened it as I approached.

“How does it feel to be a loser?” she asked.

“You always said you’d get your revenge.”

“Yes,” she smiled, the cat who ate the canary, “I did.”

I smiled back.  “What do you do for a living again?”

“I pick and choose companies I believe are very good investments for our clients, and we make a lot of money.  I make a lot of money.”

“What was your prediction for Billingsgate?”

“Not what happened.  That was an aberration.  Whoever owns it just happened to be in the right place at the right time.”

“I know; that was my brainchild, Darcy.  And like I said, and I know you were listening in, I sold the company, the same as quitting my job, and now I’m going home.  I did it for Evelyn, but thanks to you, she’ll miss that opportunity.  Not your best work, Darcy.”

The expression on her face, as I walked through the door, was priceless.

©  Charles Heath 2025-2026