Battling On

…because what else are we gonna do?

Cold

Summer wasn’t meant to be this way. Summer was meant to be about feeling the sun on your face, lifting your chin to let it filter down your body, enveloping you in a cocoon of gold.

Trust

She stares blankly at the walls. Undone. "What did I forget?"

“Jesus Christ woman, what is this?! I’ve just got off an eight hour flight, I don’t need this crap!” Gripping the kitchen chair, she pulled the wooden seat tight against her thighs, ready to assume the crash position.

The Boy Wonder

There I was, foetally curled, waiting for something to happen. My beautiful boy didn’t stumble back to his bed, he lay down, spooning me and pulling as many towels as he could over the two of us. And there we lay…

Welcome!

Thanks for stopping by. This is my writing space. That’s right, I’m one of those annoying people who say they ‘want to be a writer’. I do a lot of writing (and editing) for a living, but here I’m doing it for me, writing honestly about the trivial things that occur to me in the wee small hours or the big things that stalk my mental corridors. Find out more about me here.

Have a look around, read some stuff, let me know what you think (be kind – remember what your mum told you). I’d like to think that the day will come when I get published somewhere other than this little corner of the internet (and a series of other little corners of the internet), and your feedback could be instrumental in making that happen.