Quote for the day

Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer. - Barbara Kingsolver

Pie – A Short Story

Pie   Fred opened his eyes and shaking off the leaves from his coat stretched his legs. The burrow was warm. Winter has given into spring and he could already hear his mother in the other chamber.       As he wandered through the burrow, he remembered happily that he agreed to meet his... Continue Reading →

Writing Prompt: Creating the perfect fit

My tastes in books tends to be a bit eclectic. I have Japanese thrillers, historical fiction, contemporary British, history, philosophy, fantasy, horror and science fiction (to name a few).  There is no predicting what will capture my attention on a given day when I wander into Waterstone's on Princes Street. When I go in, I... Continue Reading →

Writing Prompt: Sweet, Sour or Savoury?

Quite often, in writing, description focuses on appearances, sounds, sensations or smells. What about taste? I've never really thought about it, but I think that deep down I'm a savoury kind of girl. I love spices, strong chilies, rich butter and I'm a total steak monster and shepherds pie is just the thing to make... Continue Reading →

Writing Prompt: The City

As I pushed past the crowd of tourists and street vendors, the smell of fish and sourdough bread made me queezy. The sun was beginning to set and the fading light turned the sky orange. I moved past the cannery and up the hill toward Ghirardelli Square. Distracted, as I chased the sun, a cable... Continue Reading →

Quote for the day

Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression.  The chasm is never completely bridged.  We all have the conviction, perhaps illusory, that we have much more to say than appears on the paper. - Isaac Bashevis Singer

Writing Prompt: Family

I've been home for a few hours, curled up on the sofa with Titch, who attached herself to me the moment I came in, trying to snooze. After three weeks away from home, I want nothing more than to sleep in my own bed with Titch at my feet. Unfortunately, I'm so tired, I can't... Continue Reading →

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