People say to me that someday they will have time. Someday they well take the time... It doesn't matter what they are going to do, it just that they are waiting for the time to do it. In the distant past, when our ancestors sat around a fire and shared stories and food do you… Continue reading Someday
Tag: creative writing
Cling
I am not sure why but I cling to the fact I will make it as an artist and writer. Stubbornly so. By my fingernails most of the time. I refuse to give up. Some say that I ought to have made it before now... But I maintain that there is just myself to blame.… Continue reading Cling
Uneven
My art is becoming uneven... It doesn't seem to matter what I draw. I'm going away from this: To more this: My art is becoming looser and somehow free. It is becoming uneven. There is a huge part of me that screams, no! But the rest of me wants to laugh and throw paint around...… Continue reading Uneven
Shine
The world has to shine... For me anyway. Last year ended on a bad note. I was left broken, both physically and mentally. I knew that there would be triggers. That I would be doing something I usually do and then I'd be hit by panic or anxiety, either a feeling or a physical symptom.… Continue reading Shine
Float
I did my first degree in Derby University, and as part of it I got to visit Majorca. Not the commercial side but the hills, mountains and beaches. I was studying art and biology, an odd mix but one that I loved. One walk we went on I remember the heat being overwhelming. I mean… Continue reading Float
Tempted
I have just been contacted on Facebook by someone wanted to learn to draw... I'm tempted... I mean I would have to get the log burner into the workshop... I don't mind working in a slightly cold workshop, but if I was bringing anyone in they would have to be proper heat. The workshop is… Continue reading Tempted
Crossing
I once had a friend in university. The first I went to, so this would have been Derby. I lived on the top floor and pretty much was scared out of my wits. I mean I had never been away from home and there I was in a flat surrounded by strangers, sharing a bathroom… Continue reading Crossing
Gone
I am writing about the Gone... It is the name of my series of books. Yes, it is a zombie-type horror but it is also about humour, friendship and love. I question who the monsters are. Are they the mindless creatures that wonder the world, locked in never-ending hunger or are they the people out… Continue reading Gone
Interior
My workshop has been a mess. I mean an unworkable nightmare... It is long and narrow, about 9 feet by 19 feet. In truth it was made to take sewing machines back when I ran a soft toy manufacturing business. It was never meant to become a writing and art workshop, but that is exactly… Continue reading Interior
Year
Oh man, I shouldn't be writing... I'm two whiskey's in and waiting for a top up. My New Years is never on New Years Eve but is everything to do with New Years Day. That is when family turn up and I get to have a tipple or two. This is the day that puts… Continue reading Year
Kate Murray - Cleaver 