A Day of Opposites

Friday 15th March 2019: a day that will be carved into my heart and mind forever. A day split into two halves as extreme contrasts dominated the news cycles: hope and terror love and hate life and death A day of opposites. The morning seemed like a beacon of hope and positive action for a…

Writing Retreats and Activist Writers

Writing, by its nature, is a solitary activity. If you’re someone who thrives on a busy environment, that can be difficult. Unless you’re collaborating on a project, the actual finger-to-keyboard/pen-to-paper part of writing tends to involve hiding yourself away in a quiet corner so you can focus on your current creation. But it doesn’t have to…

What Ifs

All that could protect them was pure blood… I don’t know how it was discovered that their blood was an antidote to the contamination, but a pint of it pumped through the veins of the contaminated could stop them turning for several tides.

An Ordinary Rebel

Have you ever wondered what it is like to be alive at a pivotal moment in history, and, in some subtle but significant way a catalyst for dramatic, desperately needed changes? If you would have had the courage of those ordinary people who took risky action – like Rosa Parks sitting down on a bus,…

Sunflowers and Social Media

How often do we hear that Twitter, Facebook et al are a scourge of today’s society, a cesspit of spite and vitriol? I’d need a hundred hands even to be able to start counting the times. And sure, you don’t have to peel back any layers to find poison-filled, aggressive, trollshit swirling around. You only…

Perfect Ways to Write Imperfect Characters

You know when you’re reading a book and it’s just not grabbing your interest the way it should? The title was quirky, original, eye-catching, enticing you to stop at that exact place in the bookshop or library and pull it off the shelf. The blurb promised everything you like best in a book, and a…

A New Kind of Normal

There is a storm brewing. I can feel it in my face – the way my eye burns, a vice tightens on my skull, and one hundred knives fresh off the whetstone slice at my gums. Just for starters. To everyone else in my family, the sky looks perfectly innocent. Perhaps the breeze has a…

Dear Healthy Person…

Dear Healthy Person, Congratulations. You won in the lucky jackpot of healthy genes. You are twenty of me. I think I lost my ticket. I am a twentieth of the old me. You can work, eight hours a day, five days a week. Maybe more. I used to work eight to ten hours a day.…

Finding Ideas

Clouds billowed in from the north today, hiding the critical sun, with its nasty habit of shining a light on my housekeeping deficiencies. They are many, and the sun is far worse than my mother ever was at pointing out cobwebs in the corners, and streaks and smears all over the ranch-sliders. On a dull…

Surprise Gifts

I have gift giving on my mind. I have bought nothing yet. No cards, no wrapping paper.  Not even a bag of chocolate money, which is one of my favourite treats of the year!  It’s not that I don’t like Christmas. It’s just that… well, my homage poem to William Carlos Williams explains it best. I…