Breath & Heart
How do I create words that sound like the breath and the heart?
Not sharp and brilliant, not seen but heard.
Floating on the breath and beating with the blood in my veins.
Category Archives: Head | Creativity
Mowing the lawn with scrambled words
Two men mow the lawn across the road and a woman watches. An abstract short story.
The attraction of torture
I am fascinated by the idea that the ancient practice of foot-binding might be used in a story as a metaphor for our current obsession with having small, lean bodies.
The Paisley Mini
She wears a Jackie Onassis inspired lemon suit. The skirt sits above her knees, but not what you might call a mini. She only has one mini dress, the fabric a symphony of pink and green paisley swirls. He doesn’t say anything when she wears it, he only frowns and looks away. He doesn’t say… Read More
Singing for his Nan
Christopher Maloney wanted to sing. For five years he filled out the application form for Britain’s X-Factor and each time he tore it up. Other people told him not to do it. They told him he wasn’t good enough, that he would embarrass himself.
Dr Paul will see you now
My dream of being a doctor just might come true.
The results are in
The outcome of my first full manuscript submission.
Auditions
Getting a book published is like winning a talent show. It doesn’t matter how well you can write (or sing) in the privacy of your own home, to earn a living doing what you love, you have to expose your work to the world.
Leave no path untaken
Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you’ll see the world If I’m not mistaken… Kiss a lover Dance a measure Find your name And buried treasure… Face your life Its pain Its pleasure Leave no path untaken ― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book {photo: claudiot}
Uncomfortable
My friend Jemma is free to do anything she wants with her life. If getting contest ready year after year makes her happy then I have no problem with that. What makes me uncomfortable is that Jemma is keeping a secret from her hundreds of admiring Facebook friends.
The Story of My Life [Blog Every Day in May]
Blogging every day in May is a lofty goal, which I may or may not achieve. Who cares — the fun is in the attempt and my blog has been neglected for way too long. Be warned though — I might break the rules.
Anxiety
Since I sent my manuscript off to my editor I’ve been in a constant state of anxiety. This is unusual for me, a feeling I’m not accustomed to. It has given me a fresh insight into how difficult it must be to deal with this kind of uneasiness all the time.
Preview — Unravelled : A true story of longing, loss and love
This is the story of the year my life unravelled and the three men who changed the trajectory of my life.