Holiday again. School's out. We're in the car and the music is playing; Dr Hook laments and Dolly Parton sews. Are we there yet? Mum nods off. We eat sugar. Dad adjusts his hat. The motorway is our horse but we have no spurs. Instead, we sit and wait. Still, country plays telling us of… Continue reading Hats, spurs and belts
Tag: creative writing
A Big Day
And I'm not talking about the wind... It is very windy outside. No, instead I had to pieces of news today. Artfinder highlighted my work in their magazine! Amazon sent me an email saying that my book of short stories is okay to print and sell on the kindle!!! Okay, the second one doesn't mean… Continue reading A Big Day
Short Story Anthology
Well, I am finally working on the anthology. I started doing the final edits and laying it out into the format for being a printed book. I've decided to go for Amazon as I can go with an ebook and print. But there is also a new feature - an audio book. I'm not certain… Continue reading Short Story Anthology
The Last
That last biscuit. You know the one. When you put your hand in the jar and... nothing Then your finder tips brush it, arm stretched to the elbow, swallowed by the cookie monster. The triumph as you pull the crumbling sweetness free. Then the tea. Not too strong or too weak but just right. A… Continue reading The Last
I Believe
I believe in unicorns and golden lions I believe in chocolate brownies and happiness I believe in human kindness and love I believe in the sun and the moon I believe that in time everything changes, but you are the only one who can change yourself. I don't believe in endless darkness and pain… Continue reading I Believe
Addiction
Most people wouldn't see this as an addiction. I mean food can't hurt, can it? It can and it does. Addiction to a certain type of food, in my case caramel and chocolate, can make your life a living hell. Imagine cigarettes are good for you, imagine that they were part of something bigger that… Continue reading Addiction
Hot Air
"I can't believe you did that." He stayed silent. "How could you do that." Alec looked down as he walked. "They would have helped." He didn't even show he had heard. Beside him Nat matched his stride with years of familiarity. She sighed and walked with her hands in her pockets looking at the ground.… Continue reading Hot Air
An Ending and a New Beginning
Today was the day... I handed in my dissertation, so although I am still a student the work is done. Now I've got to make it out there in the real world. My support workers are finished and I am alone. I don't know... Part of me is really happy that I have handed it… Continue reading An Ending and a New Beginning
Deadlines…
I thought I would be happy to get rid of deadlines once I was finished with university (my dissertation is in the printers...). But I'm not. Instead I have put in place a whole load of deadlines. Not only my own but also for competitions... At the moment I'm working on a piece based on… Continue reading Deadlines…
Where I live
I realised that most won't know where I live so here it is... I live in the Cambrian Mountains. Near a town called Tregaron. On a smallholding. With poultry and a decent view... Sorry it isn't looking its best but the spring has only just arrived and everything is only just waking up. We are… Continue reading Where I live
Kate Murray - Cleaver 