It hasn't quite sunk in that I'm going for four out of the nine days. I will be soaking up the words of wisdom of people I have admired for many years, such as the legendary Ranulph Fiennes. Much admired veteran journalists, Kate Adie, and Martin Bell. I hope to meet new friends along the... Continue Reading →
Never lose your heart to an animal. These sagely words of advice were imparted to me a very long time ago and I've ignored them over the years. I've lost my heart and had it broken countless times by the horses, dogs, and cats who have shared my life.
Defining Moments is a bittersweet coming of (middle) age story about Baby Boomer, Lisa Grant, ex-columnist for Focal Point magazine, who struggles to sustain a long-term relationship because of the fallout from her dysfunctional childhood.
Sometimes fate introduces you to someone in a heartbeat. You don't have time to cultivate an enduring friendship, but that person still leaves a lasting impression.
I'm guilty of having had more than one celebration to mark 'The End'. When I finished the first complete draft...and it was shite...after finishing the first few edits... yes... it's all very exciting when you finish editing drafts 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and even the 10th...but celebrating all these milestones is premature. I've had a very doughy middle for some time because my novel was only half cooked.
Memories of scooping up deceased rodents in the past are ingrained in my olfactory memory banks. Still in my pyjamas, I retch my way to the field, the final resting place of the victims of my killer cat(s).
I was lucky enough to have known my birth parents, but on and off over the years, I have tried to build my family tree, but there is one branch that consistently fails to bear fruit.
Over the years I have mastered the art of drifting off, which has inevitably led to me becoming a master of non sequitur.