We are now over half way through 2020. It feels surreal to say that. Time has become such a loose concept now that I consider the passing of it in the events on the news. Readers of my Summer Newsletter would have already read about my progress I’ve made with my WIP Assassins 1. The … More Taking Time Out (June Update)
Luck isn’t everything. It is something, you have to be in the right place in the right time sometimes. But most of the time, you have to get to that place first. And that’s the hard work, that’s the slog, that’s the sheer hope against all adversity that this will work. Then, the luck just … More Luck isn’t everything (Monday Inspiration)
Who said that travelling had to be about space or time? It’s not, not always. It’s sometimes those in-between spaces, those thoughts and the actions that don’t really count to anything on their own, apart from the fact that you tried them. Maybe today you take a different route to work. Maybe tomorrow you pick … More In-Between (From the Archives)
“So,” Faiya said, moving her sword off the side of the bench and buckling it to her waist, “what do you say?” Ingeot tapped his leg thoughtfully. He always did that when he thought no one could notice. One of his ticks. “Sure,” he said, standing up, “fighting a horde of demons with you? Where … More Spark (100 Words)
Take chances. Write something new. Write something risky. Writing the first draft is your chance to try new things. Test out your ideas, no matter how silly or risky they might be. You might be amazed as to what you find out.
“You have it?” The whisper came out of the alleyway. Recheal stopped in the street, checking around her. No one else had noticed it. They were too busy with their lives, heads down, focusing on the place they were going to instead of the route they took. “Prove yourself,” Recheal said, stepping to the edge … More Cloaked in Night (From the Archives)
The next morning, the birds sung over the Ruins of Evale. It was a haunting sound. The city should have been alive with the noise of hundreds of thousands of lives being lived. You shouldn’t be able to hear the morning songbirds this close to the walls. Tarya toed the ground with her boot. The … More The Ruins of Evale (A Teacup Story)
Arian lay her grandmother’s will out on the table in front of her. The house was quiet now, the family now having left hours before. It was amazing how much a few words could tear apart them all, in so little time. Battles over the inheritance, battles over the legitimacy of their mother Irene, battles … More Keeping Secrets (From the Archives)
Ani took a breath in, eyeing up the next hand hold. Almost there, she thought. She swung her arm, letting her weight carry her forward and – There. Her fingertips slid into the tiny crack as she let go of her first hand hold. Her foot swung out on instinct, hitting the foothold at her … More Climbing Raqueni (A Teacup Story)
Writing comes from the heart. You story is unique because you are unique. No matter how many times you think you might have seen this story before, your story is uniquely yours. So be authentic with yourself, be authentic with your story.