Breaking Through a Breakdown…

I wrote this book as therapy. It was a document of my breakdown which my doctor renamed 'Burnout'. I liked Burnout as it seemed to have less of a stigma about it. I changed my name to Mathew and my wife's to Sophie. I changed some others names just so they didn't sue me. Beyond... Continue Reading →

Keeping The Promise

They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry. Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad. But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and... Continue Reading →

The Worst of Bad Luck

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boy's parents had told him that the old man was... Continue Reading →

99p What does it get you?

Bottle opener keyring. Note to self: opening beer bottles with your teeth is bad! We’ve all tried it, but spare your teeth and always have a handy bottle opener on your keyring.  Print photos. Print off those precious selfies with friends, family and pets and fill photo albums or pin boards. Visit sites like Snapfish where you can... Continue Reading →

Some People Feel The Rain…

Others just get wet. Apparently this refers to being in the moment as opposed to pasing through it without noticing or thinking about it. Joanne Reed wrote this on my owning reposting of Hope For a Dystopian Future. It's obvious that I am just waking up and that my writer's mind is still fast asleep... Continue Reading →

Hope For A Dystopian Future

First review: Angie 5.0 out of 5 stars Hope For A Dystopian Future 30 July 2019 -  Published on Amazon.comVerified PurchaseExcellent storytelling that is succinct. The action moved forward at a constant pace that kept me turning page after page. The author gives just enough information to understand the characters without bogging the reader down. There... Continue Reading →

Writing books sucks…

'So' has become an old friend. It's one of those old friends that you never really knew you had. It's the quiet one in the room. The one that begins at the end of some drawn-out episode and pushes you on to start afresh. 'So' is that needle pulling thread, followed by 'la'. But what... Continue Reading →

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