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 →

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 →

Little Temptations…

I am posting some small extracts of my book to encourage you to spend the kingly sum of 99p: Oblivion is sometimes a welcome sign upon an empty road. When I woke for the second time, I came to, dry-mouthed, fretting. Nobody was there to greet me. I was in a room that was in... 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 →

Almost Out Now…

In a world where war, terrorism and world-wide tidal waves have reshaped existence, change is coming, in a most surprising form. Separated from other societies, the people of The Citadel continue their lives under the constant watch and care of The Family. Nobody knows better about what the people want and need. Behind the walls,... Continue Reading →

Morning Rituals

I'm still on 7. And 7 is not bad. 7 means that I am sort of content. It means that nothing terrible has occurred, that I survived the homeward bound trip with Candy, stirring the moments around him with that viscous substance that he calls conversation. Just how well practised do you have to be... Continue Reading →

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