August is nearly over. A few days ago, I shared this tweet, which I think neatly encapsulates the season. As mentioned in my last newsletter, things — or Things, with a capital T — are happening. Firstly, a brief reminder…
Distillation and Colour November is usually a time of grey, of bleaching and the last of the chlorophyll leaching away as winter drags her blanket over all. Some stubborn leaves remain, to fall later in gale or frost, others have…
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…
This morning this story flowered, blossoming into life. So far, in the bits I’ve drafted that I suspect will stay in the redraft, there are three lines of dialogue. Each one the same. Other than this, the whole of the…
Recently I have been giving a lot of thought to fear. There are things in this life I am afraid of that, on the surface, make no sense. Fear is like this, it weaves and binds — insidious tendrils invade…
It appears that, despite my best efforts, I cannot get into a good blogging habit at all. As I stated in my last piece, it’s not as if I haven’t been writing them — just not finishing and, sometimes, simply…
