Wow. Even after hearing so many positive reviews for ‘Before the Coffee Gets Cold’ it still managed to excel my expectations. I absolutely loved it. To the point I am already thinking it could be one of my favourites this year (a bold statement for being only three months in!). I knew when I bought [...]
We're oceans apart. Between us waves are breaking, And so is my heart. I wrote a version of this poem in a notebook two years ago, completely forgetting about it until I fell upon the same notebook a few weeks ago. When I saw it I was pleasantly surprised. I realised I could change the [...]
The following is the ending to a fictional story yet to be written. Any similarities to reality is coincidental. Over the brow of the horizon the sun was disappearing, sending piercing rays towards the two men. Jake felt the fabric of his tie, straightening it while his eyes were blinded. Beside him, Charlie turned his [...]
How I find inspiration to write. Storytelling is an art that has been around since the dawn of time. It takes on different forms for different people. Most of us here love books or blogging, physical words on a page, but let's also consider there's music and film and photography and art and conversations with [...]
My throat had become dry of attempts at conversation. Even now I couldn't think of any new topic or question to try. I had to accept that Ayumi just wouldn't talk to me. Of course I found it difficult, after all we'd only known each other a couple of weeks, and usually people are at [...]
A list - can probably be applied to other streams of creativity too A DEFINITON OF WRITER'S BLOCK: FOR ME IT'S AN INTENSE HEADACHE AND A STOMACH FULL OF SHAKING FRUSTRATION. PUSHING FOR A THOUGHT TO APPEAR WHEN THERE'S NOTHING. LIKE PUTTING ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OF YOUR ENERGY INTO STANDING STILL. IT'S A FEELING WE [...]
The bar was empty but the words seemed to fill it almost suffocatingly, even bouncing from the gay wallpaper and hanging like a neon sign. Light projected in to make everything bright. Evan was sure his face were covered in shadows. A cold swept over him and made his skin rough as the wooden furnishing.
Initially I feel that I should point out that life and writing aren't actually two separate entities for me. They are both woven quite neatly together. Writing is my life. Perhaps a better title for this post would be 'how I integrate writing and life'. Writing is a discipline and does best when it becomes [...]
My TBR List - 26.03.19
A long time ago I made a blog post listing some of the music I was frequently listening to and my favourite lyrics from each song. It's not often I'm found without headphones in, so once again I've made a small collection of the songs I've currently got repeating. Music is something so wonderfully personal [...]
