How often do we wannabe novelists just want to sit down, and cry? After years of writing and editing, our desks are strewn with rejections letters – a reminder that we have to do better. So we keep going. We have to keep challenging ourselves. It is an innate reflex.
I would like to thank fellow Word Press blogger Jessica Nielsen, wife, mother and indie author, for my nomination for the Sunshine Blogger Award. To find more about this supermom, with a penchant for dropping the odd F-bomb, head over there now! https://jnsupermoms.com The Sunshine Blogger Award is […]
I am the paradigm of an A&E nurse. I am the one that is chosen but would volunteer to shepherd young nurses through their first few days and weeks in A&E.
I am bombproof; unflappable. Nothing fazes me anymore.
Whilst on safari, I lost weight fairly quickly and it wasn’t just to do with the heat. After enjoying a sundowner watching impala gambol happily in the bush, we would return to camp to find them on the dinner menu, which was just too hard to swallow. The only time I have ever been offered a gin and tonic for breakfast at 5.00a.m. was on safari and it was the only time I have ever refused one, sensibly realising I was getting enough quinine in my anti-malarial tablets.
I’ve suffered from Dentophobia, ever since I can remember. My first dental check-up, aged about five, ended in tears. My mother took me to a revered dentist in Cheltenham called Dr Dagger. I kid you not. Since my, ‘oh woe is me, I’ve got a Humpty Dumpty face’ post […]
At the start of our lives, we view the world through rose coloured glasses. We believe and adhere to the pearls of wisdom fed to us by our parents – those halcyon days when everything in the garden seemed rosy enough. As we grow older and start viewing […]
I’m a Baby Boomer, it’s Lockdown, and I woke up yesterday with Mumps-like symptoms. It’s unlikely because I’ve had Mumps. I was about eight-years-old and, surprisingly, I remember my Rubulavirus encounter quite well. Wandering around in my dressing gown looking like Humpty Dumpty, when I was supposed to be […]
Dominic Cummings has to go! Some may argue that he shouldn’t be in 10 Downing Street at all. The Conservative Government appear to be closing ranks and defending Cummings’s reckless behaviour. So it would seem they have created one set of rules for the entire UK population and […]
Being in Lockdown changes you. The way you think and feel as well as making you do strange things. Week 8 got off to an unfortunate start when I accidentally sprayed the sunflower seedlings with an anti-bacterial spray instead of water. It wasn’t the brightest thing to do. […]
As a wannabe novelist, there have been many times over the last five years when I been ready to quit. When I’ve thrown all my manuscripts into a black bag and headed for the dustbin. I’m sure we’ve all been there, but something inside us keeps niggling. Willing […]
In November 2019, I had the pleasure of interviewing children’s author Becci Murray, who had recently published her book, Billy’s Brain Booster Juice. Earlier this month she released a children’s poetry book – subtly entitled, ‘Don’t Wear Your Knickers on Your Head (and other very serious poems about really important […]
I am glad to report that my murder mystery spoof-in-progress, The Doyenne of Didsbrook, is taking shape, and DCI Middleton’s investigations are bumbling along nicely. A 3 minute 50-second read.
During my life to date, letting go of bottled up emotion is not something I have been particularly good at. 1minute 43 second read.
I’ve reached that time of my life when I keep starting off conversations with the words, ‘I remember when,’ which tells me that, involuntarily, I’ve joined the Craft Club. #getting older – 1 minute 51 second read
I am not sure when your dotage officially begins. I suppose it is a gradual decline. You start finding tell-tail signs around the house. #getting older 42 second read
I am relieved I have reached the age when I no longer feel I have to make a fashion statement … my wardrobe consists of what I can get into on any given day … but how I look will always be a reflection of who I am. #beyourself 1 minute 1 second read
Yesterday’s post was an inkling that I might be suffering from a bout of Lockdown Nostalgia, and more than just a craving for a night out with friends, or jumping on a plane to get away from it all. I have always believed in drawing a line under […]
I was born at my parent’s home in Fulwith Mill Lane, Harrogate. A stone’s throw away from the viaduct on the south side of town. I remember little about the house, as my parents decided to uproot my tender sapling self, aged three and replant me down south.
Despite my roots being pulled out from underneath me at such an early age, the draw of the place of my birth remains strong. It will forever be etched upon my heart.
Awake at dawn again, I made a cup of coffee, took it back to bed and started working on my WIP, but ended up drifting off. I was happy with how the interaction between my main protagonist and another key character was going when I must have drifted […]
It’s dawn, and I throw back the curtains, to be greeted by a spectacular sunrise. It takes my breath away. The sun bursts above the horizon. A radiant, luminous glow of deep orange and flame red, spreading an inspirational light on a darkened world and heralding endless possibilities […]