How I Loved

How I loved those cosy winter evenings, with the screeching wind  slamming rain onto the living-room window. Me and my brother in pyjamas,  dressing-gowns pulled tight, snuggled into the warmth of our mum,  as she hugged us close, and heat from the glowing coals  tingled my unslippered toes. But how I hated the rolling of the closing credits of the latest Columbo mystery, knowing it was nearly time to leave the only heated room in the house. Continue reading How I Loved

The Midnight Drive

Being blinded by the early evening sun, I drove into the hospital grounds, searching for a space, any space in which to squeeze my car; this seemed such a long time ago as I stood in the dark, with space all around and only one vehicle to be seen – which was mine. I had entered the hospital grounds in sunlight but left under emptying clouds; I did not want to leave my son back there, struggling to survive, fighting for air. Go home the nurses said, go to bed, get some rest, come back fresh in the morning. Where … Continue reading The Midnight Drive

Eleanor Rigby’s Brother

I dragged my blue-grey fingers over the name you were buried with, black letters chiselled into pale cold stone sunk in wet unkempt grass, marking the spot where you lay alone with your dreams in death, just as you did in life. I was one of the lonely people, Eleanor, you never saw or heard me you never listened when I tried to help. I was always there, Eleanor, but to you I was invisible, I had no voice I didn’t exist in your world. They say, nobody went to your funeral but I did, I leaned against a distant … Continue reading Eleanor Rigby’s Brother

A New Way Of Life – Day 14

Whether locked-down or not, learning continues… On day 14 of this new way of life, I received my tutor report and feedback on the fourth assignment of a creative writing degree course. With renewed vigour, I am now getting stuck into the fifth and final part of this first course. The encouraging boost I get from receiving a constructively positive report, gives me the impetus and enthusiasm to dive into the next learning task. So, ‘Plot and Structure’ here I come. Having now completed four parts of the writing skills course, I feel I can see the ‘green shoots’ of … Continue reading A New Way Of Life – Day 14

Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now)

The lowering sun bid a sad farewell, Reluctantly slipping behind a band of grey that sat upon the winter horizon, Wrapped against the late afternoon chill, He fooled himself, Pretended that the tears were a watering, A result of the whipping wind against his face, But tears they were, Real and sad, Lonely droplets wiped away by a gloved hand. The wide view, Across the field was different, No longer shared as he leaned in isolation, Recalling the warmth of fond memories, Memories at the five bar gate. * The Five Bar Gate Series * Continue reading Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now)

A New Way Of Life – Day 8

Some things will continue…. Much of what we describe as normal life has ground to a halt, or at least slowed to a walking pace. One thing in my life that hasn’t halted is my studies; in fact, in the not too distant future they may actually accelerate due to having more time on my hands. I still have exercises and projects to work on, and the deadlines, like an unwanted visit from scary Great Aunt Bertha, are still there to be met. There are books to be read, both text and fiction, notes to be made and assignments to … Continue reading A New Way Of Life – Day 8

The Girl Who Lost Her Pillow

For Skye ~ the girl who liked to explore ‘Night night Nanna,’ said Skye as she snuggled under the cosy duvet and sunk her head into the fresh white pillow that was so soft and cuddly. ‘Love you,’ she added as Nanna quietly left the bedroom. Skye felt very warm and comfy and extremely sleepy after such a fun filled day. She fell fast asleep almost as soon as Nanna had closed the bedroom door and here began Skye’s next adventures as she went into the wonderful and exciting world of dreams. It wasn’t long before the little explorer called … Continue reading The Girl Who Lost Her Pillow

An introduction of sorts

I am hoping that this blog will form part of my writing life from this point onwards. I am hoping to cover as much about my writing life as I can or that I think others may find interesting. That is if others decide to join me on this wordy journey – the ups and downs and many of the bits in between. Of course this blog may not be read by others – if that is the case no matter – I will use this format as a way for me to look back, consider and record the events … Continue reading An introduction of sorts