I was going to wash the car this morning but then it decided to rain. Days do that to you. They watch you like nosey neighbours who have a grudge. They try to second-guess you so that they can put a nail in your plans. So now the rain is falling and the car is... Continue Reading →
It's been almost a three years since I finished my first journey of recovery and discovery. I thought that it had all gone amazingly well and that my life was set for a new and adventurous course that would be fuelled by writing. I'm still putting in the fuel , but my life is still in... Continue Reading →
I have always slept. Eight hours is what I aim for, eight long, deep hours of nothingness. The years have probably dealt me many good nights in which I have wandered aimlessly through the ocean of indifference, bumping into the various flotsam and jetsam that remain of my consciousness. At other times, sleep has been... Continue Reading →
For a number of years a piece of work has been sitting in my digital graveyard. No, that's not quite true. The work had not been formally laid to rest, rather it was receiving prolonged treatment for conditions associated with creative coma. The patient was not the unfinished novel, it was the half-baked writer. I... Continue Reading →
I know that I use this platform to advertise much of my writing. And I apologise. The stuff that I am now producing has come about as a result of years of pent-up creativity. Writing on this platform helped to release my inner-self whilst expressing my outer-self to an audience who is non-judgemental. Along the... Continue Reading →
Finally, it arrives. Part 2 of The Purge has taken a lot of workng on. I love it and I hope that you will too. New characters, new dangers, and just a lttle hope. https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XVSQ1XS The cover is different in theme as it's supposed to represent a cleansing of the soul.
I'm on the case this morning. At first, I was a little shocked by how poorly I had written it. Then I forgave myself (my old self) and started to put things right. At times, I punch the air because of something that I wrote all those years ago. Love it. Me to King Ben's... Continue Reading →