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.
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.
I like taking pictures too: