Writing

Circle of Life

Woosh! And there I go Rumbling underneath my feet Strange faces I've yet to meet Off on another adventure It's the best kind you see One that leads me through Black holes but towards Familiar streets The same stops just different people It is a straight circle And there's only one path I take With… Continue reading Circle of Life

Writing

Building Bridges

There’s a tear in my heart I can’t fix. There’s a hole he made you can’t fill. There’s something broken I can't mend. There are stitches in my heart, you helped sew them. There's a bridge over the gaps, you helped build. There's a plaster over my wounds, that's healing thanks to you.

Writing

‘I Know’

“I NEVER hated you, you know?” The villain looked up at the rasping words and blinked stunned. After everything they had done. The bombings, the killings, all the blood that stained their hands - and yet. “I-” -“it’s ok. You don’t have to say anything.” A moment passed. Then two. And the silence rang in… Continue reading ‘I Know’

Thoughts

Day Twenty Four (Here We Go Again)

DAY twenty-four calls for some of my old summer reads. I got my teeth stuck into A Golden Age while on holiday a few years ago. It came at the recommendation of my mother (respect to her book suggestions, she's never led me wrong), and I literally could not be pried away from it for… Continue reading Day Twenty Four (Here We Go Again)

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Day Twenty Three (It’s Me, I’m a Tree, I’m a Wombat)

THERE’S something about old books. Something in the way it feels to hold them. Wuthering Heights is by no means my favourite classic. To be perfectly frank, I prefer Kate Bush’s Wuthering Heights - mostly because I heard once that some people believed she was singing “It’s me, I’m a tree, I’m a wombat” instead… Continue reading Day Twenty Three (It’s Me, I’m a Tree, I’m a Wombat)

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Day Twenty Two (A Thousand Words)

ON sticky, grey hot days like today in Glasgow I kinda wish I was elsewhere. I spent a lot of my summer last year travelling, from Croatia to Paris to Estepona, and it really took me back to loving photography. I’m better with words than photos that’s for sure, but they do say a picture… Continue reading Day Twenty Two (A Thousand Words)

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Day Twenty-One (Meet my friends Ben and Jerry)

I’M having a Bridget Jones day where nothing seems to really be working on my favour. Tripping over my own two feet, failing driving tests, losing my head in a spin - a night like this calls for my oldest and dearest friends. Mr Ben and Mr Jerry. And while I may be no Bridget… Continue reading Day Twenty-One (Meet my friends Ben and Jerry)

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Day Twenty (poetry is plenty)

IT’S funny the things you miss when you spend time apart from someone. Laughing, crying, laughing and crying - it can be difficult to find time to spend with the ones you love. This summer has been full of gaps for me, not just friends and family travelling, but also because of work and distance.… Continue reading Day Twenty (poetry is plenty)

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Day Nineteen (Books With Bite)

WHEN I was but a young sproutling, I was obsessed with vampires. It began with Anne Rice’s Interview With A Vampire and pretty much spread from there. And somewhere between Morganville, The House of Night series and The Vampire Diaries (the real one not that telly nonsense), I found Twilight. I was late to the… Continue reading Day Nineteen (Books With Bite)