I have been writing since I was a child, for me back then the only thing better than writing was to read. I continued that escape as an adult, took Creative Writing at university, joined writing groups to hone my abilities, wrote for pleasure and for business.
Now I write for me.
Jaffa was jostled / squished in the pack / he wanted some space / not a poke in the back He wriggled a bit / he wraggled a lot / the wrapping gave way / he was off like a shot Rolled over the table / stopped short at the edge / bet you just thought / he would fall off...read more
I have had enough. Everywhere I see people (usually men) using their religious beliefs to keep women in their place. It’s disgusting, it’s discriminatory, and it’s despicable. I’verecently listened to a call-in on BBC Radio Oxford (because it’s International Women’s...read more
It’s been there, niggling at the recesses of my mind, there’s been something missing – and it’s been missing for a long time. Conversation. And I’m not talking small talk, and I’m not meaning discussions of various (and awesome) geeky movies/tv shows. Although the...read more
I am here, I will always be here ... and yet I'm tired, and I do not want to be here. I do not want to be in this place of sadness and failure. I no longer wish to reside in the land of lack and loss. I want to be ... elsewhere, anywhere but here. In the void, in...read more
Set up by Sophie over at One Unique, Huddle and Cuddle is a campaign to help raise awareness of mental health issues buy using the means of social media. Influencers have teamed up to help this campaign and to spread the word, allowing people to never feel alone by...read more
A small corner of her brain mourned. Recalled the comfort of her lost friend's arms around her, the safe feeling of knowing they were there and there for her alone. Except they weren't. They were there for themselves, insinuating bonds of fear and doubt, invisible yet...read more
Self-care can be a funny beast. We are told, we know deep inside, that we have to practise self care in order to be our best for the world - put your own oxygen mask on first. Yet often I wonder how much of what I do is self care and how much is selfish. For instance,...read more
So many biz friends on Facebook wonder why I don't accept them as friends on my personal profile. They think I am hiding things, have a secret double life, frack knows what else they're thinking. Truthfully - I don't know them. Sure I know they exist and we have...read more
Four rows of pristine schoolboys waited for their instructor to arrive. Smart in their suits and ties they bantered among each other raucously. "So did you see that girl cleaning the cafeteria? What a pig-face." "Yeah, I heard she has two moms, I mean what the fuck? I...read more
What do you see when you look at me? Do you see the smile or the sorrow? The light of the eyes, the joy I bring to people’s lives, the always ready to help personality, the kindness, the empathy, the trust, love? Do you see the sadness, the pain of feeling unworthy,...read more
Hayley’s a pretty but mischievous girl With a cheeky wee smile And a saucy wee curl. But she’d crayon her name On the living room wall. Or leave muddy footprints all over the hall. Her mother would shout In a voice of despair. Then Hayley would sulk And pretend not to...read more
Second Lt Smith, 24, of 1/5th (TF) battalion, East Lancashire Regiment, 42nd Division, he won the VC for conspicuous bravery. Dec 23rd 1915 he led a bombing party to make life difficult for the Turks as the Allies withdrew. After hours exchanging grenades and bombs....read more