I promised a happier blog than the last. It’s a little late, but my laptop has been in for repair but it’s all working again (fingers crossed). On the 1st July 2016, I decided...
I thought it was high time for another short story filled with copper and blood. Sometimes you can’t face your current work in process and prompts are a good method of taking your writing down a different path. Often than not, they tend to wander back to familiar territory.
So let me begin with apologies for the lack of a post last week. It was my Father in law’s 80th birthday and the WHOLE family descended.
To make it up to you, here is a recipe for tiramisu. I think we could all do with a little ‘pick me up’.
You make me feel like Spring has sprung Spring has certainly sprung here in Cornwall. The days are lengthening and the buds are swelling. It inspired me to write a short story. It is...
Dad gave me the box of family history to rummage through. I found two notebooks, which belonged to Helen, filled with pages of poetry. Many were of favourite poems she copied but she penned her own too. Other family members sent and wrote poems and within these two books of elegant handwriting weave worlds of written words. You’d think the contents would be world’s apart but it’s quite the opposite. What fascinates me is the stark similarities we find.