Drowning in words…
One of the hardest things I find as a writer, is the inability to devour fiction the way I used to…
One of the hardest things I find as a writer, is the inability to devour fiction the way I used to…
The rain is hitting the window like iron nails and the wind howls banshee-style around the eaves. It’s perhaps not a night for walking.
Every night my husband and I take our dog and walk for 30-45 minutes. Most often, we look up at a black velvet sky with swathes of starry ways, even the occasional shooting star…
The Seventh Day, the seventh anything really, is rather magical, like the seventh wave which introduces one to something mythical, or the seventh door being an opening to the fey.
Today is the seventh day of my new life – that’s what I tell myself anyway…