Writing Fiction

  • Sun and Moon and The Dusty Fridge of the Sky

    As he spun his web of gold around the evening, Sun smiled on the river children, below. Oh, how they splashed and cackled and loved! What would Moon think of this beauty, Sun wondered, knowing how his dear and sleepy… Continue reading

  • Charlotte’s Web. and why I am me because of it.

    Perception is a vastly misunderstood word, I think, because, for the most part, we use it in very one dimensional terms. It looks like that man over there is grumpy. It sounds like he is, too, given he’s just yelled… Continue reading

  • Writing

    It comes when it is ready to come. It chooses, I have no say. I just feel and write what the feelings translate to. A miraculous marvel. A beauty of life I’m so, so thankful for. Continue reading

  • The Orange Light. Micro Fiction.

    Burnt orange light feels safe. Pop’s old library is full of it; lamp dappled walls, beautiful to look at, even more beautiful to feel. How do you describe a feeling? You can only feel, and open up so others can… Continue reading

  • Imagine

    Sometimes, I wonder if I can still write. Not just write, as in, write any old words. I mean, I sometimes wonder if I can still write fiction that peels my skin from the bone. Words I read back after… Continue reading

  • Sharing is Caring

    Hello sweet bloggy friends. How are you all? I’m good, thanks for asking. ☺️ I’m sitting at my little white desk, on a grey sky day, wondering about the aching quiet of life. Thinking about how it so often comes… Continue reading

  • Super Mum

    She hides in the bathroom and cries. She places her palms over her ears and breathes into her belly. ‘Don’t wish it away. Such a precious age,’ she’s heard it a million times. She smiles politely. Tells them, silently, they’ve… Continue reading

  • The Subtle Art of Patience

    It’s odd, the way my novel is writing itself. I write in short bursts, for what reason, I couldn’t tell you. I develop a beautiful flow, find a sweet new piece of the puzzle to slot into place. Then, the… Continue reading

  • Thank Goodness

    I knew it would take me there. To the place beyond everything, the place that shows me, really quite beautifully, who I truly am. I can’t remember the last time I watched Legends of the Fall. A very long time… Continue reading

  • Until They Remembered

    Sun fell upon the rocky shore, gazing at the children that played by the rock pools. Some of the children splashed. Some worked quietly together, laying stone upon stone until they’d made a grand and sparkling tower. Other children jumped… Continue reading