“Sunlight dapples the forest floor. A copper fox appears through the gloaming, then vanishes again with one sweet, sharp bark, an invitation to follow him to into the fanciful weave of light and shadow.” – Michele Morgan This time last …

“Sunlight dapples the forest floor. A copper fox appears through the gloaming, then vanishes again with one sweet, sharp bark, an invitation to follow him to into the fanciful weave of light and shadow.” – Michele Morgan This time last …
When hanging out with other writers, you soon learn that the “rules” of writing are pretty variable. Some people talk of the importance of routine and consistency. Others talk of writing in terms of inspiration which strikes when it fancies. …
I’m writing again. If you’ve following the blog for a while, you’ll know I generally write between 90,000 and 150,000 words of new fiction each year. On the first of March, I had written a grand total of 383 words. …
“Milk-white clouds pillow in an agate sky. Buds swell tightly against slender branches, and soft, mousy catkin beg to be patter by children on their way to school. Fresh rain breaks over the greening Earth, scattering the petals of cherry …
“Anyone can love a thing ‘because’. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something ‘despite’: to know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.” – Patrick Rothfuss February was …
“Winter fights valiantly to hold the land. The earth and the sky are grey, leaden, and heavy with the cold. But here and there, scattered like jewels in the sodden grass, the first slender tips of daffodils start up toward the growing Sun. Something in us stirs …