You Never Loved Me…

You Never Loved Me…

When I was younger I always wrote. I wrote short stories, poems, and ideas. I wrote on envelopes, in notebooks, on the computer. I just wrote. I have books full of poetry, full of ideas for stories and full of short stories. And then I stopped. I am not 

Twelve Months One Book

Twelve Months One Book

Every November, I want to get involved in the National Novel Writing Month, I see people talking about it around the web and think I should really do that. I have tried it twice and failed miserably. Fallen at the first hurdle really. I find 

Are We destined To Write?

Are We destined To Write?

The sorting off the top room has extended to the sorting of the whole house. I never realised we had so much rubbish in the top room, we have so far been sorting for five days now and we are still no where near finished.