Socks don’t have eyes, everyone knows that, but I could still see. My elastic wrinkled back and the blue paisley pattern my owner was so proud of faded to a sickly vomit green. The smell was overpowering! Every time the hamper was opened I prayed that someone would see me, but all that happened was … Continue reading Socks – A Sob Story.
Month: November 2017
Get Out Of Your Head!
One of the biggest challenges to me as a writer is my tendency to live most of my life buried deep in my own mind. This can lead to my prose being, what my editor calls ‘heady.’ I wonder if you feel the same? The people in my mind are vivid, emotional, real, in a … Continue reading Get Out Of Your Head!
Remembrance has to be more than a day.
So we wear the poppy, go to the cenotaph and maybe watch a movie to feel patriotic. Then what? My family has always honoured the men and women who stand in the November cold and watch with sad, quiet eyes as the pipes play and the jets fly over one more time. Each year there are … Continue reading Remembrance has to be more than a day.
delusions of literacy 