In which there is snow The silence of snow is thick and cushioned, the light diffused, reflected, refracted, contradictory. Twigs, branches and trunks are blanketed on one side only, crystal-white creating contrast, highlighting their twisting shapes, calling out their identity…
My, aren’t you dark and cold? Here, in the town at the end of the world*, where the railway and road run out of room and the sea has a beginning, the light is always magically special. This is the…
…and, no doubt, I’ll get things wrong. Bear with me. At this time of year, in this place, the mountain exhales at night. Her breath is cool and descends to the city below, bringing with it the scent of the…
There are some mornings when the world is suddenly sharper, the senses heightened and all clear in the mind, every leaf sharply focussed, every scent evocative. I find these perfect days often correspond to the weather; when an autumn morning…
Where my work is going and what new releases you shall see, with additional rambling about mental health and the world burning. I recently threatened to post a blog here and, worryingly, it looks like that threat came true, if…
Sometimes I wonder if that sharp pain in my brain, the kind leavetaking of a departing migraine*, is actually the onset of a haemorrhage. Shortly after leaving primary school and heading to the big school (circa 400 pupils), one of…
Does anyone else collect ghost dates? I don’t mean literal potentially-romantic meetings with the corporeally dispossessed, or anything to do with ghosting (actually, I have a draft of a potential post on just this subject, perhaps I should polish and…
Up until this morning, my laptop browser (I currently use Opera) had a neat little bookmarks bar, featuring the favicons of my most-used sites. No words, no folders, just tiny, pretty sigils. I liked this, and still do, but I…
Yes, I am aware that this was actually several days ago, but I realised I had forgotten to post the wordcountability photo from this day. Here you go, 974, in the evening, on a Sunday, after the clocks changed. I…
I am really pleased with this. I’ve talked before about how I write much better in the early morning so, to craft these words after 1700 is pleasing. Next week, I return to more freelance paid work, hoping to again…
