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.
Graveyard roses. I planted some for you. They bloom brighter and sweeter with each passing year.
Memories can be a blessing or a curse, and my memories of Morecambe’s West End are both. Tap shoes and toothache.
We connect through our shared humanity. We grow through our differences. Be human. Be different. Be kind.
I felt I needed to go out and find someone else, someone to replace the *gaping void* that was supposed to be in my newly single life. But that gaping void, like the cake, is a lie.
It always amuses me when people talking about guilty pleasures, I mean, why feel guilty about what you find pleasurable? It kinda negates the experience.
Be here now in the moment.
Enveloped by the blanket of poverty.
Not warm, comforting, safe … but smothering and itchy
Woven from worry wool.
I've been so conflicted lately, I have always had an interest in fantasy and fairies and elves and the endless possibilities yet there's also a science-y tech-y side to me which wants to pooh-pooh the woo. But then, journaling out my thoughts the other day I had a...
There have been so many changes in myself and my life over the last few years which have brought me to this place of emergence into a new life
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...
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...
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...