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
He was an excellent speaker, unobtrusive but captivating. He did not flog us ten easy steps to getting published, nor did he attempt to dazzle us with eloquent yet empty verbosity. The man spoke simply and humbly and said just this: Write what you know.
This week has been very busy and will only get busier (I have an essay due Thursday but I'm working the next two nights so I need to get it done today). So instead of writing a full on post, here are some more little snippets from my notebook. They are not necessarily true, they … Continue reading Notes
Even in a school of 800 pupils - all of whom are rowdily jostling to exit the building at the same time - it is almost impossible to slip away unseen. You can wear black, pick the most fashionable (therefore the most common) backpack, and keep your head right down, sticking to the middle of … Continue reading Confessions of a Scopophobic
There is a tree full of magpies outside of our kitchen window and since we're on the top floor, I often enjoy watching them play. They're such curious and clever creatures but they have a reputation for thievery. The magpies aren't the only locals though. There is a tall evergreen in our neighbour's back garden … Continue reading Magpies, Spuggies, and the Art of Ex Nihilo
Once upon a time there were three bears. They lived in a house in the woods. One day they went for a walk and Goldilocks found their house. She ate their porridge and went to sleep in their bed. When they came back they were so angry they gobbled her up. So reads the earliest … Continue reading Why I Write
Once more I have very little to say (it happens sometimes) so here's some snippets from my notebook. I stared at him, unsure how to respond to the compliment hanging expectantly in the air between us and I wanted so badly to cry because this was not how it was meant to be. But I … Continue reading More Notes From My Pockets
Just for a change, I'm going to post a few excerpts from my notebook. I keep a little book which fits in my pocket and when I find nice words, I pick them up and slip them between the pages for later. Here are a few: I smile and tell myself along with everyone else … Continue reading Notes From My Pockets
It had just started to snow that soggy, icy kind of snow as the Inverness train pulled out of Haymarket Station. I wasn't going to Ness though, I was going home and that line in itself is telling. It is also telling that the first thing I did when I sat down was stare … Continue reading Marvin K.
It's crazy but I've been writing a lot since coming home. The words just pour out, often unexpectedly, and they just keep coming. I hadn't realised how sad I am at the moment until I read over some of what I'd penned. No matter what anyone else says, I think that maybe the best way … Continue reading Kangaroos and Wallabies