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…
Barbara sat up slowly, she stared at the cup of tea on the bedside table. His bedside table on his side of the bed, in his bedroom. Exactly the same as last time. This time he was in the kitchen searching the freezer for something to cook for supper, last time he went to arrange…
I'm in two minds whether to put this on the blog. It could well be rubbish. I need to be told if it is, but I need to be told gently. I'm not actually as hard as I like to make out. I need to be told what is wrong....structure, timing, concept, whatever. Obviously this…
Writing My World 