Christmas has always made me think of the beach and palm trees. Even as a child I used to fantasise about escaping to a deserted beach.
I have a tendency to run away from arguments, especially when emotionally involved. Does that make me a weak person?
When I closed my eyes, there was chaos. A whirlpool of my life flashing like a technicoloured LED advertising board, down to what was on my shopping list and what I was going to cook for supper.
Portugal, for me, is sensory overload; whatever the time of year and after visiting for twenty-six years, it is time to make it my home.
A crackling log fire reminds me of many things. Loved-up evenings on the sofa in front of a crackling fire binge watching box sets and eating a ridiculous amount of chocolate, without realising it. My childhood, growing up in an age before Social Media, playing cards in front of the fire during long winter evenings; my big brother and parents always let me win. As someone who functions much better during the summer months, a burning fire makes the winter bearable, it is the pumping heart of a home.
Tuesday. Woke up feeling determined. Spent most of the day editing the hell out of the first three chapters, before going back to the ultimate self-torture... the ****ing synopsis.
Comedy writers have the most fragile egos. Mindy Kaling At various stages of our lives, our egos take a bashing but now, in the Autumn of my years, I care less about what other people think. And yes, this cavalier thought process even applies to my writing, except... when it comes to what the people... Continue Reading →
I am someone who is a firm believer in drawing a line under things from the past, you can't go back and change them, so there is no point dwelling on them. But... I do dwell on one thing though and that is not finding out more about family members who either died before I was... Continue Reading →