That Comfort Blanket

I never really had one that I can remember. Growing up as a child I can vaguely recall action figures and the odd toy, but I didn’t have anything which could be construed as a source of comfort like a blanket or a favourite teddy bear (my Hannibal Smith A-team action...

10,000 reasons for gratitude

A year ago, or there about, I sat down one day and turned on my laptop, clicking away at the writing files and folders I had created once upon a time. ROBS WRITING Click WORKS IN PROGRESS COMPLETED Click (on the COMPLETED file) I wanted cheering up. Work as a bar...

Doubting Doubt

Sometimes, on occasion, now and again, every once in a while, not only do I turn into a human thesaurus judging from the opening to this blog post, but I also get hit by THE FEAR. Let me explain what THE FEAR is to me. No, I don’t shriek at the sight of a spider...

Sad Face

It’s hard enough at the best of times for me to put bum to seat and write. There is always something else to do, anything, dear God, anything! Sunday night I found myself on my hands and knees cleaning the back of the kitchen chair legs with a baby wipe, the...

Doing a John Hurt

‘Sorry mate, I’m going to have to ring in sick. I don’t know what it was, maybe the dodgy pizza I ate last night, whatever, but I’ve had stomach cramps all morning, I’ve been throwing up, shitting drizzle, you really don’t want me anywhere near other people.’ Silence....

A Novel Experiment

Writing can be a daunting task. Many-a-time I have battled with that blank page, willing words to appear and form some sort of meaning.  Unfortunately this method of writing ‘willing the book to write itself’ has never worked for me no matter how hard I...