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April

  In April, I reach my forty-ninth milestone. In April, I am already too young to be cost-effective. In April, I celebrate my usefulness to myself. In April, I become myself. In April, I write and write and write. In April, I blossom into a youth that is me. In April, I am.   CopyrightContinue reading “April”

Lobbed

  “What goes on inside your head?” says she. My head? I consider heading off the question, so I do. I laugh, and head off up the corridor, keeping up appearances, not being quite right, not being at all right, not being right – in my head. Screwed up paper, a massive ball of it,Continue reading “Lobbed”

The Book of Thunks: Book Review

*Disclosure:  I only review books that I have selected for my own enjoyment, and the views expressed are, therefore, even if a little batty, completely genuine. You need to be aware, though, that this review has an affiliate link, meaning that if you click through to Amazon, via the book’s image, and choose to makeContinue reading “The Book of Thunks: Book Review”

Steal a sentence!

Okay, so you heeded my advice in the post ‘Grab a Word!’ Success? Need to move on to bigger things? Then, I offer you the sentence. And, for those of you who protest that: Be quiet! And don’t speak until spoken to! Because, whereas it can be the case that less is more (and, admittedly,Continue reading “Steal a sentence!”

Savvy Writing Tips – Grab a Word!

Stuck for something to write about? Grab a word – any word! Any word from anywhere! Grab it, attach it to screen or paper and go for it! Easy! Grab your word, e.g. take ‘stuck’, the first word in this post.  Take ownership of the word.  Water it and allow the word to grow!  WhilstContinue reading “Savvy Writing Tips – Grab a Word!”

The Geography of Myself

Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Myself has migrated, leaving hints of itself, in old towns and locations, where it used to be. In the dirt floor of a sandstone cave, in the soil of a grandfather’s vegetable garden, in the cracks of a concrete driveway, in the drains of a tarmacked road, and in the cornersContinue reading “The Geography of Myself”