It’s a rum old deal, to have to empty out, because, as thoughts do intrude and escalate, I keep on writing – and I start to deflate! But, the wind is so loud, when the last does escape that, at that very point – I terminate.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019Continue reading “Ruminating”

11: Book a Week

Is it possible, I ask you (i.e. myself) to write a book in a week? How long will Mrs Hinch stay away for, if I just sit down at my desk and write on and on and on? Will she place her rubber-gloved hand on my shoulder and entice me into my kitchen to seeContinue reading “11: Book a Week”

Sealed in at Wroxeter

Inspired by a visit to Wroxeter, home to some of my ancestors, in Shropshire  (August 2018), and composed in a Prado Lounge Café Bar in Suffolk. Box Pews at a church in Selattyn, Shropshire Doors click open. Let me in and latch me in, keeping me seated. Listening. The Vicar steps up, announces himself, boxesContinue reading “Sealed in at Wroxeter”