All the things I do instead of writing…
I often feel as if, with all the time I spend away from my family, my life revolves around planning holidays with them. Little islands in the hideous swirling maelstrom of tides of fortune that my working life feels like. Our whole family unit is built on the hope of adventure, of some vague idea... Continue Reading →
I don't think it's a stretch to assume that almost everyone who has ever had a relationship has had an unsuitable one. In fact, it's quite likely that if they believe they haven't, they are either still in it, or they are very slow learners. As humans, we don't really like making mistakes, and we... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 