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Reading to Write in a Digital Age

It does bother me that I spend everyday writing, but never allow myself time to sit and read a book these days.  But, I have decided to stop beating myself up about it because I do read.  I read a lot, but not always in the good old-fashioned way. These days, thanks to the Internet, it is so easy to tap into a plethora of resources for literature, art and just about everything else... 24/7.  So I quench my constant thirst for knowledge browsing the Net.

Basic Organic Charm

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.

When your Software Crashes

So reliant I have become on Word to record my every word, I have now programmed myself to restart and try to recapture that inspiration.

Writing for Your Life

  I've been pussyfooting around this passion of mine for too long and now I feel like I am writing for my life.

Time to Break Free

She still tried to make an effort on the fashion front but, tottering around in ridiculously high heels every day,  was beginning to take a toll on her ankles.

Get Over It: The Fear of Shovelling​ Shit

I have reached the point of no return and I am terrified.  I want to cry.  I want to run away from it. I want to read Stephen King's On Writing ... again ...  on a desert island with no interruptions, because I seem to have forgotten everything he said.  

RANDOM EXCERPTS – The Black Abyss – 1989

Sam broke the silence and eye contact was reestablished.  The words said one thing, but the eyes were saying something else.  There was no glimmer of reciprocated emotion, just an apologetic sadness.  Nicky always had that nagging doubt, an inner fear that their relationship, the one she had thrown her heart and soul into was always destined to be a one-sided, temporary arrangement.  A fling, a game, an experiment.  She had been right.

Half a bottle of champagne and a sea food platter

'I'm glad you rang, I’ve got a bit of news for you. How was your flight?' 'News? Good, I hope. The flight was bloody brilliant actually. I met Rory in the departure lounge at Gatwick. He was also headed for Faro and he dropped me off at my Dad's and he... er.. stayed the night...'... Continue Reading →

Intoxicated because you have completed your first draft? You need to sober up!

The first draft of anything is shit - Ernest Hemingway

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