The feud began when Elby scurried out from beneath the sofa one evening and was startled to find me still sitting in my chair. I wasn't so much startled as horrified, but had I not gasped like a Victorian lady in need of her smelling salts, I don't think he would have paid me any mind.
Tag: personal writing
Photos and Feelings
A couple of weeks ago, we went round the roundabout twice as dad tried to work out how to get to the drop-off zone. Two hours parking in our hometown bought us a five minute drop off at the airport. It was a case of getting the bags out of the car, hugging him, then leaving. He didn't look back. I think I might have cried if he had.
Odds and Sods
An unusually chatty post featuring a potentially endangered brood of moorhens, the Irish Referendum results, the Duck Principle, and some odds and sods about writing and platform building. Not one you want to miss.
And That’s My Story.
I don't want to play the victim nor the pity card and I don't care to draw moralistic lessons about forgiveness, suffering, or justice. I write this only because I cannot keep ignoring it. Quite simply, it is time to acknowledge out loud that it happened and it hurt. Because it did.
Five Books That Shaped Me As A Writer
Run a quick search through your favourite search engine and you will find thousands upon thousands of articles listing The Top X Books of All Time Ever or X of the Worst Books Not Worth the Paper They're Printed On. They come in a crazy variety of categories including (but not limited to) Thriller, Romance, … Continue reading Five Books That Shaped Me As A Writer
The Greatest in the Kingdom
** I wrote this piece when I was sixteen. It's a long read but it's one of the pieces that first made me realise just how powerful words are to make people feel.** The sky is carnival blue without a hopeful hint of cloud. The little white cross rests beneath a drooping … Continue reading The Greatest in the Kingdom
Frost
It was -7c in the night but now morning is here and the frost lies scattered like ashes. It's Thanksgiving Day. beat-beat-breathe. beat-beat-breathe In the early hours I held her hand, bones wrapped in bulging veins and parchment skin. She closed her eyes and asked me every thirty seconds of that blue-light half hour to … Continue reading Frost
The Storyteller
Dear Grandad, I'll be honest, I don't know how to start this. We've never had a heart-to-heart. So I'll just write, honest and true and see what happens. Don't worry, it's awkward for me too. I guess I just want to write to you just to speak to you since you're so far away. Look at … Continue reading The Storyteller
Then I Remembered…
Times have been tough and I just wanted to share one of my favourite passages with you. A lot of people go to the Psalms but I always find myself coming back here when I'm ready to lie down and give up: My soul still remembers And sinks within me. This I recall to my … Continue reading Then I Remembered…
Photo Challenge – Week 4
Hi guys! Sorry I'm late. It's been busy. I started back at uni this week after the Christmas break and my mother has decided that it would be a great idea to start redecorating our hallway (it's a major job) and the same afternoon a couple phoned up asking to view the house. All in all … Continue reading Photo Challenge – Week 4