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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 writer emerges
When I’m asked what I do for a living, I’m tempted to cop out and refer to my previous career or give my professional title, which I still consider valid. Then, the inquisitive enquirer will want to know where I work, how I spend my day and, in a moment of awkwardness, I would have […]
The Quiet Writer 