Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
The moon is full tonight. By rights, if I am in concert with the supposed characteristics of its phases, I should be at the zenith of my activity, yet the last couple of weeks has seen a distinctive waning in my activities. I had wanted to make November my kick-starting month, because of NaNoWriMo, to… Continue reading Waning Energies
‘Welcome to Skem’, a marshal called out with a smile, as she braved standing in the pouring rain, close enough to being spattered by large globules of mud churned up by mad people. Indeed. This part of Skelmersdale would actually have looked rather nice on a warm dry day with the sun on your back.… Continue reading Beacon Park XC Race
The one good thing about living in a very small three-bed semi, is the fact that you can heat it up really quickly after being away for several days. Our drive home, which took most of the day was happily uneventful, and by the time we reached the house, it was cold, dark and a… Continue reading Burgh Island III
You couldn’t have written the script any more neatly. I didn’t read Anne’s message as I was finally getting my s**t together after feeling somewhat worse for wear from the night before. We had finally had our meal in the grand ballroom, after missing it the previous evening, and had thoroughly enjoyed ourselves dressing up… Continue reading Burgh Island II
It’s the middle of the afternoon and I’ve just had a bath. Not just any bath, but a bath in a room, in a hotel on Burgh (pronounced ‘Burr’) Island. The same hotel that acts as a backdrop for one of Agatha Christie’s crime novels, ‘Evil Under the Sun’. Possibly in the same bathroom used… Continue reading Burgh Island I
I’m trying to write a novel. Just writing that sentence above gives me palpitations. I know that at some point last summer I began an attempt, but luckily, the second part of my MA kindly got in the way, and I’d parked my idea until now. Now we are in November, and as most aspiring novelists… Continue reading Na No Wri Mo
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