For Blind Zany Girl

I have been reading your work for quite some time now and it brings some sunshine into the room where I write. When we talked, the other day, and I realised the extent of your hardships, I felt profoundly grateful that you were the first person to purchase my latest book. I could write a... Continue Reading →

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 →

Another Teaser…

Prologue We always knew that school was important, the mechanical testing of our understanding, the rigid adherence to rules of behaviour. We knew that to not do well in school meant...well it meant that you didn’t do well in life. No second chances, no retakes. You have one go at getting it right, that was... Continue Reading →

The price of silence…

I thought about the book, the diary by the girl. I had been surprised that a book could have been written by a woman, let alone a mere girl. Evie had laughed at my ignorance. When I was reading it, when I turned every page and discovered that the lives of that family were going... Continue Reading →

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