Part I I saw her coming, leather lead in hand. Kicking up flaky, orange mud. The mongrel didn’t see me; I was hidden beneath the leaf of the palm tree, waxy hood disguising my eager spike. She was laughing, sun-bleached blonde bob bouncing with each step. I had to do it, especially when I saw … Continue reading Lesson from a Thorn
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A story exploring identity, race, sex, first love, loss, all entwining into a desperate journey of self discovery....because the missing pieces matter. Angie glances back at her home disappearing behind them, and then she looks down at the girl in the picture with her dad. The one who must have sped through the night with … Continue reading In Search Of Us
On January 1st 2017 I posted about my New Year's Resolutions, and with the year almost over, I wanted to see how far I've come with the promises I made to myself. Shamelessly and unselfishly, I focused on putting myself first and did all the things that make me happy. I pushed with my writing, … Continue reading Reflecting on 2017
‘…and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a sweet, inland murmur.’ You can’t help but notice how Nature always seems to find Its way. You watch as the Anaemic looking Taupe roots Score up through the Grooves in the cracked Pavement, then spread, branch out, Curl their furred, prickly bodies and … Continue reading A Reminiscence of Wordsworth
Never confuse creativity with productivity. Being productive is about having techniques in place in order to stick to goals (like writing 2,000 words a day or editing a chapter every week), creativity is much more complex and is a constant state of mind that can sometimes be hard to reach. Writing requires you to have … Continue reading 5 Techniques To Get Creative
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Dia dhuit from Ireland! It's a Thursday afternoon, we've just arrived in Killarney and I'm standing in front of a really cute clock on the station platform. I'ts only 2:30 p.m and I've already been awake ten and a half hours. I decide at that moment that 4 a.m is not my hour. In fact, I … Continue reading Postcard from Killarney