Monthly Archive: September, 2013

One Lowly Writer in the Sea

Fresh back from a Writers Festival weekend, I am glum. You’d think being in the company of so many stimulating authors or author-wannabes would be creatively inspiring enough to sustain me. But alas,… Continue reading

The movement of Time

Being giddy with excitement definitely has an effect on Time. It’s crazy really. You sit waiting for that favourite band to take to the stage, or the new boots you ordered to arrive… Continue reading

Novel by Numbers

Ok so on the eve of attending another writers’ festival workshop, I am sitting down and wrapping my head around the great NOVEL I have been writing. It has been all-consuming and then… Continue reading

Lipstick lust loss locked

He didn’t care about me. I know that now. I didn’t then. He would enter in from across the room, a stranger, and my heart stirred. I would lose myself in his eyes… Continue reading

Fall conjures Creativity… still!

I miss school but only one period of schooling in my life, my university years. I miss the excitement of FALL and the start of a new routine. The University campus was so… Continue reading

The Choice

It sits there unattended and grey. But its actually not grey. Its blue and black. Colour doesn’t really matter as its purpose lies beyond the surface. For once it is lifted from there… Continue reading

In Another Life…

“In another life, I would be your girl We’d keep all the promises, be us against the world! In another life, I would make you stay, So I don’t have to say you… Continue reading

Happiness entertains the Apple

Being an apple is fun, well sometimes. No one really wants to be eaten of course. But if i had to think about happiness in my fruity existence, I would say that what… Continue reading

Dear Ms. Paltrow, if I could have a word…

Dear Ms. Paltrow: I am sorry to admit this but I do feel some jealousy toward you. I have been a big fan of your work over the years but most admire how… Continue reading

“We’re happy free confused and lonely at the same time”

They walked into the room and smiled. When the chance was given to them, they stood at the microphone and began to share. "We're happy to be young. Young is fresh and exciting.… Continue reading