Yes, this is for you, so carry on reading. This blog is less than a year old. It rose from the ashes of not one, but two previous blogs that I just could not gel with. One proved too painful to write, the other was too wishy washy. It had no clear direction. The research…
February, the cruelest month A never ending labyrinth Of broken dreams and memories Of what has been and what now is Triggers abound, I now confront The truth,
An excerpt from a new mystery novel I've started writing. This is out of my comfort zone, but something I feel I need to do, to push myself to explore new genres. I am excited about it, but at the same time entirely at a loss as to where it may end up. The new…
His text was short, thanking me for the card and present, which he'd opened before going to work that morning, he had texted from work, which I don't approve of, as his job is demanding, dangerous and situations can change in the blink of an eye, I kept my reply short too. I was caught…
Writing My World 