I don't think my mother read any of my literary contributions since I had poetry published at eleven when she had high hopes that I would become Gloucestershire's answer to William Wordsworth. Oh, and helping my step-father piece together his aeronautical autobiography, of course.
About as lyrical as I can wax on this soggy Sunday is... wet and grey. Unlike Freaky Friday, when the pink and orange hues of the sunrise, spread hopefulness and inspiration over a darkened world.
I've moved on from binge watching Game of Thrones, along with the other addicted viewing millions as we wait, anxiously twiddling our fingers, for Season 8 to explode on to our screens in 2019.
"You can't really go wrong if you aim for 500-800 words and, for sure, keep the thing to less than 1,000 words. Agents asking for a 1-page synopsis are being unrealistic. Anyone who wants more than 1,000 words doesn't know what a synopsis is." Jerichowriters.com Thank you Jericho Writers, I keep reminding myself of this.... Continue Reading →
"Do you own this comma?' "I do M'lady, yes, his name is Cid and I also own that full stop." "Do you know that Cid is in the wrong place?"
So. Monday. We meet again. We will never be friends - but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership Julio Alexi Genao I have done something fairly major to my knee, so walking is a painful process. I am 'in training' for the Lake District at the beginning of June,... Continue Reading →