The Weaver – Short Story
‘The Weaver is blind tonight,’ my father said. My father rarely told stories. But there is another reason why this telling has been burned and committed to my memory. He looked old that night....
Read. Write. Photograph. Bake.
‘The Weaver is blind tonight,’ my father said. My father rarely told stories. But there is another reason why this telling has been burned and committed to my memory. He looked old that night....
Emotions can’t be told. They have to be shown I’m starting a new writing hashtag game on Twitter called #FeelLines, which will run every Thursday. This one is going to be a little...
Starting with a bang? The New Year may start with a bang for many party goers. I don’t feel resolutions should fall on just this day, but everyday. We should always strive to improve....
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 hoped to have blogged about something else. Two weeks after my cat died, my Dalmatian has too. I’d never had a dog before. Cats had always been a constant while growing up. There’d...
Beware of Terry Pratchett quotes in the text ahead. My cat died last night and I need to blog about the little fella.
As my tagline is ‘Read, Write, Bake.’ I spent last weekend partaking in the former. Saturday 6th May I visited Waterstones bookshop in Plymouth and finally had the chance to meet Robin Hobb at...
As estranged from nature as we’ve become, I find you can’t help but become enraptured by spring. I’ve picked two poems penned by my great grandmother who loved to write about nature. One is...
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’.