A leather-bound book whose black hand-written entries make me cry, holding it in my hand, eyes filling with tears, I close it and put it down on the coffee table; fold and curl up on the cold leather sofa, feet bare and cool from the hard wooden floor. The coffee table glass and wood, strewn… Continue reading Moving-Day Eve
So having completed “The Plum,” I’ve been trying to generate some material so that I can start a new piece and keep on target for eight short stories by the end of March. I wanted to spend the first couple of weeks in October doing the generating part and spend the final two weeks hopefully… Continue reading Finding Inspiration: Local Legend
My hair is wet. My windows are fogged over. The rain forecast for this afternoon never came. My bed is unmade. There has been no roast today. The door is ajar. There is an apple crumble in the oven downstairs. The shadow of my head lies over my notebook now. The book I fell asleep reading… Continue reading Sunday
This week my word count has been climbing pretty slowly. My best day was Sunday when I wrote 830 words between 9am and 10am; interestingly that work was done downstairs at the dining room table rather than in my Dad’s old office where I usually work. On Monday and Tuesday I failed to do any… Continue reading Space-Making
Specifically, writing #goals. I have just moved back home after spending almost a year living on the opposite side of the country in a busy, vibrant city. Now I find myself stranded (kind of) in the countryside (yes those are my chickens) for six months – a writer’s dream? Maybe. I need to find a… Continue reading #goals
Chronicles of Novella 