There’s no blurb or junk this week, dear blog reader, as my heart isn’t in the right place for making merry witticisms. Fear not, hope and smiles never cease to combat worry and darkness. I’m continuing my story with Jacob and Felicity for this weeks Sunday Picture Press. If you’d like to take part then…
You know what I find weird? Well, apart from how old ladies have the same funny odour or how some people don’t have proper ear lobes but a little flap of skin that’s stuck to the side of the jaw. Never noticed that? Open your eyes next time you’re talking to someone and take a…
This weeks Sunday Picture Press, by Indigo Spider, titled Missed Communication, has some wonderful inspiring images. However, I was struck by the stunning painting by Christina Deubel, for last week’s SPP, Angry & Broken and how it was calling out for a story of its own. After writing last weeks piece, where young Jacob learns…
Indigo Spider’s Sunday Picture Press is back with a flourish of new images to entice your creative senses to take a trip to Imaginationland. For too long the interweb has had been left to flounder the binary seas without this welcoming beacon to guide fellow writers to distant shores where the bounty of fictional glory…
There are times when the inspiration pool runs foul of a drought, where I long for a drop of rain to usher in that glimmer of a spark to aid the writing process. My novel, The Range, is complete and all it needs is a fabulous cover, so in the meantime I’ve been pushing on…
The guy sat beside me on the bench reckoned the dog’s name was Scooter. Not that I believed him. He was an ass hole. His voice grated on my nerves and everything he said ended with “…I reckon.” He couldn’t stop scratching his hair and face, every few seconds a stray hand rose to pick…
George met Irene under a red sunset. It was love at first sight. Despite the slap he received for making a joke to his buddies about her sun burnt thighs looking redder than a baboon’s rear. Laguna Beach was a sun worshippers paradise and both young and old flocked to the white sands. Fresh out…
