My husband wants me to write a "nice" short story. I suppose I can see why he wants this. He's so far volunteered to read the short stories I have produced; the first one was about a prostitute who dies while showing off her jewellery to her children, in an accident involving a pet goat.... Continue Reading →
Fred
I wrote a rather strange story for a writing course back in 2009. Any comments most welcome. The rosemary was looking a bit peaky. It usually survived the frequent episodes of drought quite well, but recently the spiny leaves had turned quite brown. Delilah took the small white watering can off the round iron... Continue Reading →
The pursuit of nothing
Friday night came around again, and once again I was busy trying to clear out my inbox, in an effort to attain the elusive "strategic" Monday morning. This is the as yet unfulfilled vision of having time to think about process structures, and figure out a cohesive plan, rather than the headless rush I'm in... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 