It’s sitting on my desk to the left of me and to the right of the second keyboard used for the Mac. Continue reading Tomato
Never before have I felt
the pull so strong,
to put pen to paper,
declare I belong
on the page.
The written stage – Continue reading Grit
Everyone called her an author, though she did not believe it herself until the day her words were recognised by The Big Wigs. The sad thing was that her words were always being recognised by those around her – her truest fans. Family and friends doing life with her. Continue reading The Big Wigs and The Author
It’s on paper that I find myself; my voice; my heart. This is where I find the clearest reflection of my thoughts.
But is that really enough? Continue reading I found myself on the page…