Writing, for me, has always come from a place of magic. Could the ability of words to breathe life into something be anything other than magic really? Roald Dahl once said that if anything, a parent should be ‘sparky’ and I had reckoned the same should be true of writers. To be sparky. To be […]
So I like films. Like a lot. And sure, I can wax lyrical with Tarantino fans. And sure, I can sip away on bubbles with a bowl of cherries and spend lazy Sunday afternoons with a little foreign film, so don’t even get me started on Volver. But I just don’t have it in me […]
Today, I thought, I would share something a loyal reader once gifted me on a blog piece I wrote entitled, Fear can be a funny thing. The piece was about trying to conquer fears, fears I had not had before my severe depression, fears I had not had when I had been a more confident […]
I once had a job, after I’d completed my masters in English Literature, and jumped at the first paycheck offered me… As a high school English teacher. But I grew ever more miserable, ever more depleted…. As I wrote in a previous blog, I was living an unliveable life. I saw my psychiatrist from the […]
Clayton Truscott, in a field, preparing for the coming of the Great Pumpkin… All my life, I had conspired to be a writer… Whether it was reworked versions of fairytales I knew and loved… Or short stories about my pet snails or my dog, Bojangles… Writing was all I’d ever wanted to do… . So […]