For Mum…

I wrote this some time ago before the future became the present, and soon-to-be past. In the next few days, my own mother will pass. I always wanted to write about her and the life that she had lived. In the end, the only things I have written are in note form. When she dies... Continue Reading →

Writing Competitions…

I'm currently in the mood for a few writing competitions as I think this is a way of sharpening up my act and getting the pitch/summary stuff together. So far, two have gone off into the ether and a third is in the offing. I did, however, notice another competition that was interesting but probably... Continue Reading →

Digital Narrators.

The other day, I started to play about with the new Anchor podcasting platforms and I have been having some fun. Okay, so the only voices available are a male and a female, both not out of place on the deck of Star Trek, but it does help to hear the stories. My favourite one... Continue Reading →

Churches without the Hills…

Life and death work in such complicated patterns, interweaving and augmenting each other's designs. Yes, I'm going all churchy at the moment as a result of inheriting a collection of books that belonged to a woman whose path mine has so often intersected. Time waits for no man and it certainly won't hang around for... Continue Reading →

A is for Apocalypse…

I think that I had stopped talking. It wasn’t a conscious decision, not one logically worked out, but something that just arrived one morning and then stayed for the rest of the day, and the day after and the day after that – you get it? It was before the world went quiet. Before I... Continue Reading →

Part of a New, New book…

Not yet proofed but it makes me feel good to let it breathe. PS I don't want Stephen King stealing it. Perchance to dream... On the night after I had seen the carnage of the woodpigeon, I dreamt that I was flying through the sky on a night that was not lit by a helpful... Continue Reading →

When you really are mad…

There was once a wise king that ruled over his people who resided in a vast citadel. The king was feared for his might and admired for his wisdom. And all his subjects revered him. The citadel had one source of water which was a well in the centre. In the mornings people would gather... Continue Reading →

Once Upon A Time…

Just who do you turn to if you truly suspect that the country that you live in is being secretly taken over by Nazis? The answer, as I found out, was nobody. In the real world, the one that professed to exist outside the ward, few would pay much attention to such a claim. What... Continue Reading →

Semantics…

1. It was the old woman again who calls herself Cynthia. It’s probably not her real name and I think that a lot of the stories she tells are perhaps only loosely based on fact. She probably looked quite good in her heyday. You can tell that with some people; bone structure. Booze is like... Continue Reading →

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