Book Reviews :: 2018 :: Part III
2018’s reading aim is very much about getting back into the habit of reading, and picking books that will help me grow towards my personal goals. Part I is here. […]
Author Archives: K R Green
Level-Up! Essence of Green :: September 2018
“Mist blankets the morning garden and the empty fields; a last rose blooms slowly over the arbor by the backyard gate. Paintbox leaves fall to the ground under galoshes and […]
The Autumn Feels
The weekend began with a gentle whisper. All was calm. That has been rare lately, I have to admit, but I took the space that was given. This week, I […]
Thoughts on Bravery
In case you don’t know, I write novels and short stories, and share my thoughts on reading alongside this. I also support lifelong learners, practical dreamers and wild creatives to move […]
Book Reviews :: 2018 :: Part II
With an aim to complete 12 books in 2018, I am running a bit late. However, this year I’ve also found myself completing e-courses which include 300-page e-books which aren’t […]
Level-Up! Essence of Green :: August 2018
“The summer air is hot and still, the afternoon hazy; crickets call relentlessly from among the brown grasses, and ears of corn are the same heavy, burnished gold as the […]
Writers Block versus Goals and Guilt
I’ve barely written any fiction this year, certainly compared with normal. I’ve sometimes opened my Work-In-Progress document, but found myself with nothing to write! However, I don’t put this down […]
Level-Up! Essence of Green :: July 2018
“Faerie-folk gather in the woodland glades, and frolic beside moss-banked streams; the fires of summer burn green and gold, and everywhere there is high magick afoot!” – Michele Morgan July […]
The Pull of Multiple Projects
Sometimes, having a couple of projects on the go is an energising, motivating space to be in. At other times, they pull every ounce of energy from the creative mind; […]
Level-Up! Essence of Green :: June 2018
“Nights are warm, and stars shimmer in the sky like a blacktop road in the noonday sun. Roses spill over garden gates, heavy with bees and perfume; field and forest […]
