We have had a few milestones in our family recently. A 1st birthday, a 21st birthday, a 65th birthday. My book published. New jobs, a...

The paperback of my first novel went live this week. It’s a thrilling moment. I must pay particular thanks to Katherine Smith and Rachel...

Thank you to Kahlil Gibran for the title. When I started this blog, it was to share my love of writing and the creative threads of my...

Much has been written lately about the value of a garden, a green space, somewhere to be to ease away the aches of modern life. I believe...

Today is a big day for me. I have finally had the courage to press the submit button for my first novel, Out of the Blue. It now awaits...

I am excited that my novel Out of the Blue will soon take on a life of its own and be published. Taking the decision to self publish was...

I’m working on a story line based on the past charging into the present. I have been led by Edward, he is the male lead. The love of his...

Being runner up in a short story competition has really re-booted my writing. So I thought I would share the story. It was always fairly...

There’s often a moment in life when an event happens and it acts as a catalyst. I have had a few in my life. Last week I had a real...

‘There was a hushed tone as Amelia entered the room. In that moment it was as if she were a watcher, observing as an invisible force. The...

Writing is a strange beast at times. Just when you think you have it sorted, an epic moment strikes and you are on a different route....

Welcoming a New Year is always a cause for wonderment. I speak only for myself. This year more than ever, I am holding onto to my eternal...

Writing is a wonderful thing to do. That is when it is going well. When it isn’t, it’s teddy in the corner time. That’s where I have been...

Recently a friend asked me, ‘exactly what is it you are writing?’ I said it was about loss and love. Rolling her eyes, she said ‘oh,...

Edward smashed his fist onto the table, the ripple of frustration giving birth to sheer helplessness. All his life he had relentlessly...

It’s raining, really raining and the wind is howling as I type this. Living in a rural outpost we are accustomed to the extremes of...

The English language is a pot pourri of wonderment. A puzzlement, a bag of confusion. As a writer, words are my spring board to the...

Writing comes from the heart. The words flow easily and the page becomes a full tummy. You gorge on them until you can no longer cram...

Writing, I have known for a longtime is an exercise in endurance and adaptability. For the last week I have been struggling with taking a...