Last Night

Last Night

Last Night Stars in the sky. A plane. Lights on the horizon. Trees still because of the still night. A sudden contentment. Silence. Then a thought – that I share this moment online. ~~~ Revising stars, planes, lights, trees, night. Anticipating a sudden contentment....
Self-Absorbed Artistry (is there any other kind?)

Self-Absorbed Artistry (is there any other kind?)

No breakfast suits me very well. A coffee with butter and coconut oil and I’m clearer in thought than I am if I’ve had a massive plate or bowl of something. Within a month I’ll have the entire first series, five episodes, on Amazon,  ready to be marketed. Marketing is...
Self Fighting Self

Self Fighting Self

Twenty minutes to sit down and close my eyes to meditate most days and there’s much luck in that opportunity being available to me. The breath in and out, the sound of the washing machine clicking through cycles, the birds singing and tweeting and fighting outside the...
The Spark Won’t Fizzle Out

The Spark Won’t Fizzle Out

Forces have conspired against me recently to prevent me from writing and editing as much as I want to. That’s life I guess. But while I was cleaning the house and preparing the kids for school post holidays, right as I was clearing last terms mess out of their school...
The Path

The Path

If people are offended by my books, or parts of my books, it makes no difference. It makes no difference if people don’t understand my books, or are bored by them, or are embarrassed. If people impart some or all of the character on to me, the writer, it makes no...