Monthly Archives: October 2014
Wildlife photography
I’m not a photographer. I own a basic camera with a simple zoom and little else. I snap, rather than take photographs. A point and click kind of person. In the early 1990s I started a subscription to the National Geographic. I love the wildlife photos – the exotic scenes of distant lands. I cut […]
Today’s preference is purple, tomorrow is another day.
Now and again, those name your favourite whatever posts crops up on Facebook. I ignore them, or brush aside a request to list such things as my favourite colour, TV show, food, film, book, etc. What is a favourite? By definition, it is something preferred to all others of the same kind. Kind of what? […]
The Great Whin Sill – a cure for writer’s block
I’ve been stuck on the Dunstanburgh chapter of my book for some time. I love the castle, the bleakness, the scale of the ruins, the view out to sea, the harsh chill of the wind, the sense of a haunting presence. The closer something is to your heart, the harder it becomes to write it […]
The three P’s
I had a tinkle on the keys. Not these ones, but the piano kind. I would love to play more often, but with my husband working at home, the time is limited and I prefer to play in an empty house. I play. I don’t practise, no repeating of tricky passages until I get it […]
Darkness descends
I woke this morning to a dark room. The first of the autumn. It heralds the change in seasons when the working day begins before daylight dawns. With it came rain, heavy, gutter overflowing downpour. What a wonderful September we’ve just had and don’t I just know it now, staring out into the gloom. The […]
Shopping, dreams and careers
I’m not a great fan of shopping, but when your eldest grows, the inevitable happens. She and I went on a mum and daughter shopping spree and unlike when she was small and I chose everything, now she gets to decide, within a reasonable price range. “How about this?” I held up something. She shook […]
Writing a book in a blog
I could have opted to sit in front of the computer, open up Word and start to type. A linear manuscript with a beginning, middle and end. Except, I chose not to do this. I wrote out my outline and ideas swooshed into my head, but not for start, but further into the story. I […]
The Quiet Writer 