NaNoWriMo 2015?

Each year I find myself asking: to NaNo or not to NaNo? For the uninitiated, NaNo is short hand for NaNoWriMo – which is itself short for ‘National Novel Writing Month’. Although it is now an international endeavour, making the ‘national’ bit rather irrelevant, it is an event that requires you to, well, write a…

What Does Your Heart & Soul Look Like?

I read a quote, somewhere on Facebook probably, were someone said that you should be artistic every single day. You should paint, draw, act, sing, write, compose, play, sew, knit – something. The purpose for this industry is simply an exercise in finding out what is inside of you and seeing what those insides look…

Hello My Beautiful Readers :) An Update

Hi It feels like an age since I did an up to date post i.e. not one I wrote months ago and put on scheduled release. How are things with you? I hope you, my fair readership, are doing really well. As for me? I’m taking life as it comes, which I guess I always…

Poem: Crying Without Sound

By the time she was nine She had perfected the art Of crying without sound. It’s all in the breathing At first it’s hard to control yourself but you slow Right Down. When she was six She was happy in her ignorance of Life Her noiseless shudders helped her Out loads and She coped By…

Short Story: The Anglerfish’s Pretty Light

WARNING: This story may not be suitable for younger readers as it contains adult themes and adult language. You have been warned. The Anglerfish’s Pretty Light ~ A Short Story “Beech!” he cried, whisking her up off her feet and whirling her round. She hadn’t expected it at all, but his mood had been rather…

Side Track City

I’m getting incredibly side tracked by my writing at the moment.   I’m like a kid in a sweet shop and everything’s free. There are so many aisles I want to go down and so many jars I want to stick my grubby little mitts into, but I can’t put it all into my mouth…

Expression is Vanity

Expression is vanity, I’ve come to conclude. I’m writing this blog – who for? If it was just for myself, then I’d stick with the paper diary and hide it under something large and unmanageable. So why publish stuff for the public to see? Is it because I believe that for some reason, my life…