Time travel has always been a source of fascination to me. I grew up on Dr Who and of course, just by mentioning my Doctors; Tom Baker and Jon Pertwee, I realize I'm giving a nod to my advancing years. Saturday nights meant eating buttered crumpets in pyjamas, glued to the television screen watching rubber … Continue reading Parallel Universes and Dr Who
Happiness is a cup of herbal tea on a wooden bench beneath an overhanging rowan branch. It's the slight breeze rippling down the hill that kisses the back of my neck. It's in the quiet country road and the cyclist who passes the gate in his own private world. It's in the stretch of the … Continue reading Mindful Musings
Today I'm talking about falling down and getting up again. Multiple times. Life's a bitch and then you die, they say. Life really can be the most obnoxious, foul-mouthed party guest you never invited, she can abuse you and talk about you behind your back and knock you off your shaky pedestal before slamming the … Continue reading On Falling Down…And getting up again
That year rolled around faster than ever. It doesn't seem that long ago that I was ruminating about my life and trying to add up my existence and relate it somehow to the celebration of being a woman. This year, I added another female role to my repertoire, that of grandmother, or Nanny, to be … Continue reading A Life Less Ordinary – Thoughts on International Women’s Day
So, March - it's about bloody time. I thought we'd never see the back of February! And I'm not talking about the WiHM promotion - that was great, loved every minute of it. No, I'm talking about all those grey, miserable days, when it was hard to tell the difference between twilight and morning. The … Continue reading Here, Hare, Here – March Arrives and it’s about time.
Today just happens to be Valentine's Day, day of love, romance and...horror! Welcome to another day of Women in Horror 2019 and I'm very happy to announce that today is given over to an author whose love of horror borders on the obsessional - Myself. Yes, today is mine, all mine, I tell you. Cue … Continue reading Welcome to Women in Horror Month 2019 – My Bloody Valentine
More and more often these days, writing is like pulling teeth. It starts out as a niggling sensation, a feeling that something is not right, something's amiss, as if by not writing daily (as was my habit), I have opened up this void, like teasing a loose thread until a hole appears in one's sweater. … Continue reading Forcing the Words and Writer’s Anxiety
Yes, it's been a while hasn't it? Probably the longest between blog posts. Writing is funny like that. Nothing for ages and then a sudden burst of creativity, followed by a flurry of posts, poems, and story ideas. It's a crazy, wonderful process. Which is my way of warning you of the possibility of multiple … Continue reading The Winter of my Content – Backlogs, Catching Up and Baby Joy