Do you know, sometimes I wonder if any of us are truly original. Unique. Bit of a strange thing to say, I suppose. But give me a chance, and let me stumble out my thoughts. Books, movies and music influence us. Experiences shape us. Our childhood and its doings mould us. Friends and family touch… Continue reading Unique? Who is.
Recountings: A Damsel in Distress
A Damsel in Distress But today he had noticed from the moment he had got out of bed that something was amiss with the world. Either he was in the grip of some divine discontent due to the highly developed condition of his soul, or else he had a grouch. One of the two. I… Continue reading Recountings: A Damsel in Distress
‘Sup, Sistah!
I have been tagged by the wonderful katiescottage and have faithfully filled out her questions: 1.) Do you enjoy horseback riding? Yes. I love it. I used to have riding lessons. But then I fell ill, stayed in bed, got out of bed, had a lesson in the rain, got yelled at in the rain… Continue reading ‘Sup, Sistah!
This Could Take a While
I've learned some bad news: writing a book takes time. Disappointingly, it doesn't happen overnight. I can't plant my idea in my laptop, go to sleep and find a finished manuscript by the printer in the morning. A book - a story you tell, a tale you spin - takes time. Lots and lots of… Continue reading This Could Take a While
I’ve Returned. (Oh, And This Is How You Don’t Catch a Bus.)
Guess who has returned, life and sanity (possibly) intact? Yep! That would be me. I've learned quite a bit - how to survive beneath a boiling sun (lots of water, suncream and shade hopping), catch a foreign bus and a host of other Very Important Things. Oh, do you want to know how to catch… Continue reading I’ve Returned. (Oh, And This Is How You Don’t Catch a Bus.)
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