This evening Michael and I had dinner with Monika and Adam who are Godemiche. We spent a wonderful few hours talking business whilst their beautiful and hilarious children roamed around playing. It was a lovely evening spent with lovely people who I feel very happy to be able to call my friends. When we got…
Despite the fact that I seem to share a great deal of me on this blog and various social media platforms there are still things that I am intensely private about. I try very hard not to shy away from difficult or tricky subjects but there are some things that for now remain in the…
Despite saying in my Sinful Sunday this week that I prefer to spend this time of year looking forwards rather than reflecting on the past my last post of the year is going to pretty much fly in the face of that claim but I do have 2 millions reasons for doing it so hopefully…
Words are powerful. I have known this since I was a child when I would get utterly lost in the words of a book. As a child books were my friends, they were where I went to have adventures, meet new people, see new worlds and have amazing experiences all without leaving my bedroom. I…
Before I start I want to make it absolutely clear that I am not belittling anyone’s experiences and possible traumas they have encountered in life. We are all a sum of the things that have happened to us, both good and bad, they should never be denied, ignored or made little of because they are…
When you open the front cover of a murder mystery do you find a warning inside telling you that stabbing people with a knife is dangerous, or, never go down into basements with strangers? The simple answer is no, because it is not the author’s job (I am referring to fiction writing here) to educate…
28th December So what did Santa bring all my lovely readers for Christmas? Please do leave me a comment and let me know, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to hear the answer. I had been teased and taunted with presents under the tree for the best part of a week by Sir and…
17th November 2011 He is gone. All I have to do is wait and he promises me he will be back. It is only a week, usually they zoom by, but I do have a funny feeling that this one is going to drag on a bit. I have a couple of things planned whilst…
26th September 2011 I just noticed that Josie’s prompt this week for her writing workshop is ‘time’ and so here I am wasting a bit more of it to write this, or at least I am pretty sure that would be my Mother’s view on it but I digress, into dangerous rant infested waters and…
18th April 2011 I know it has only been a week since I launched this new feature but I have already decided to tweak the idea ever-so-slightly. As I have continued on my travels around the internet I have stumbled across blog after blog that has caught my eye but once I get reading I…
24th February 2011 Here goes with some cherry popping. This is my first contribution to ‘The Writing Workshop’ which is a feature of Josie’s blog, Sleep Is For The Weak. (Not an erotic or adult site but I place I visit often. She is a talented writer, blogger, photographer and single Mummy) I have followed…
10th November Waiting I can’t believe a whole week has gone by since I posted anything on my blog. To be honest with you it’s been a bit of a rollercoaster week, a broken down car, the stress of trying to find a replacement and the financial concerns that that brings, along with all the…
6th September 2010 I know I have lots of readers, my blog stats tell me that, some of them regular visits and some of them who come by as one offs. It seems that many of those one off’s stick around though and come back to read time and again. I am delighted to have…
26th July 2010 I have been trying to write all day, but the words won’t come. My brain keeps jumping from thought to thought, I can’t get it to settle and find that place where I can let the words flow. I slept in this morning, the first time in ages that I didn’t set…
April 13th 2010 The days keep rolling on, to where it leads I do not know, but I do know what I want and I finally know who and what I am. I have not written about my time here as I would have wanted to, a diary kept but not shared, a gift given…
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