“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 wheels of slicker-yellow school buses. Sweaters come out of …
“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 wheels of slicker-yellow school buses. Sweaters come out of …
“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 late-day sun. Hawks circle in the blue-white sky overhead, and …
One of the most common questions new writers ask focuses on the ‘best‘ way to write. Whether this is a question of routines or order or projects, or even the act of actually getting words on the page. If you’ve …
Those of you who have followed my blog since last year know I’m completing a university qualification while I work. My final deadline is in two week’s time, although having to fit this all around work, I’m aiming to give …
Things are finally settling down. I’m almost able to tell you my news on a project, my mum is recovering well in hospital despite some post-operative complications, and after six weeks of high anxiety and tired brain – I’m writing again. …
I haven’t been writing this month. In the last twenty-four days, I have written 103 words. 62 on an old story I planned to pick up, and the rest on a novel I can’t really start yet, as my attempted outline …