Just shy of four in the morn, gently nudged into consciousness, eyelids fused together. Why on earth am I awake? “I have an offering, a gift from the Universe. Don’t you want it?” Bleary-eyed, and somewhat disappointed at being woken from slumber, I pondered the question. Well, I am …
Morning time. Four men sit at a table under the arches of sprawling leaf covered branches, accompanied by a sole woman. Raucous roars reverberate, bouncing off the metal panelled fence. Voices rise and fall as hands makes gestures with enthusiastic vigour. Pauses of silence are occasional. Less often, a wave …
Want to come on an adventure with me? I can’t promise we will reach the destination, however the journey could be fun. So, where do I want to go? To find a place called Out There. It sounds like a fascinating place. Folks are talking about it all the time. …
What is My Happy Self? My Happy Self, to me, is defined by being in a state of feeling the most purest joy within my heart and soul. Happiness as we know, is not a constant state of being. It fluctuates, disappears, comes in waves, and varies in intensity. When …
Distractions – First level Distractions pop their little heads up constantly, all vying for attention. My attention. Each one wants to draw me further away from my writing. “If you tend to me” says one as another swiftly interrupts, shouting “You will feel much better if you spend time with …
Out of balance Balance in all that I do has been at the forefront of my mind lately. That, and being consistent with all that I do for my writing journey. Striving to attain that optimal equilibrium between my writing, and personal responsibilities, has been proving a challenge. Over a …
Three Wishes by Sue Nolan Three wishes you say, that is what I can have But why only three Sir? One and two, are too few, So, three it is to be, see? Three wishes you say, my mind is racing This one or that, how can …
This short piece was inspired by a writing prompt about the potato and was a joy to write. The earthy smell of the freshly dug spuds in the hessian bag held promise of delicious home-cooked delights. What will he cook this time? the children wonder, as they watch the spuds …
Writing Mojo Returns ‘Write me’ begs each of the five stories sitting in project folders on my computer. As those who follow my writing and read my newsletter would know, my writing mojo has finally returned. It had spent a few months in hibernation. Life circumstances was the catalyst. Focusing …
There is a lovely lady I met last year at an Author Talk. Since then we had been trying to establish a writing group. For one reason or another, the planets didn’t align for that. However, now, at her suggestion, she and I, are going to be writing buddies. We will …
