After more than twelve years rebelliously stuffing myself with chick lit, I have finally got my heavy Complete Works of Shakespeare down from the top shelf.  It’s been so long I am surprised to see how many of the plays have little ticks beside them, as ones I’ve read.  I thought I’d start with the…

Two things happened recently which made me feel sad.  The first was yet another familiar instance of wanting to be able to walk faster and further than I could.  It’s like that common nightmare of needing to be somewhere and not being able to run to make it on time.  Your head is telling you…

but I get up again, you’re never gonna keep me down’*  Now, the other lyrics in this may suggest the self-indulgent reason for being on the floor -‘pissing the night away’ taking  whisky, Vodka, Lager and cider drinks have something to do with it, you would think!  But, ignoring that, the two lines at the…

but remember to heed the warnings from Charlie Brown first – the continual battles with kite-eating tree, the running for miles but it never lifting from the ground, the mountains of knotted string… I was thinking about good ole Charlie Brown yesterday as I sat on a rock on the beach, holding two of the…

what you say, because little ears are listening.  This is something I am often aware of when I’m talking to someone with my children present or within earshot.  I have been rebuked many times when my wee girl says something that I had said (sometimes weeks before), forgetting that just because she is below my…

Well friends, I thought I’d better explain the lack of blog posts lately.  I have been writing, but behind the scenes.  Currently my husband is in the process of preparing my novel, Unmatched Brooches for publishing, and two others are waiting in the sidelines – stories drawn from Glimpses of Sky as I focus on…

time to sing, sing a powerful song.’  So The Saw Doctors reminded me last week.  It has been a month stuffed full of tragedy, horror, bad news and heart-break.  It’s seemed as though not a day can go past without something horrible happening.  You think you’ve heard the worst, and more comes to kick you…

A few weeks ago my dad commented that my writing style was ‘rather gloomy’.  Granted he was reading the grittiest novel I’ve written so far, but it made me stop and think.  Since then, I have been making every effort to inject some humour into my writing, but to be honest, it does not come…

Well, I do sometimes wonder if I’m approaching the madness of Lady Macbeth when it comes to cleaning my house, or in fact, trying to fix everything that is imperfect in my life.  The words came to me as I was trying yet again to clean the carpet, where my daughter had spectacularly vomited last…