Today, I thought I’d share a poem that I wrote for my mother a while ago – I only rediscovered it recently. My mam is my rock & my best friend – I love her to pieces. So this is for her:
Happy New Year, everyone! I can’t believe we’re in 2020 already – it’s made me have a bit of an existential crisis over the last few days, if I’m honest. 2020!! How?! Anyway, before I fall down that hole again, I wanted to let you know about my new Instagram account – @notesonatypewriter
I have something to admit… These past few days, I’ve been slacking. I usually wake up early every morning and write a little bit more of the novel I’ve been working on. But recently, I’ve been feeling a tad stuck. So I’ve dug out a few books from my bookshelf to get me back in … More 5 Books Every Writer Should Own | Books
Not too long ago, my brother asked me to do a reading at his wedding in September. This made me nervous enough. Then he asked me to write it. I wasn’t too sure how to go about it as I didn’t want to make it too cheesy or over the top. I wanted to steer … More For Dan & Lisa | Writing
The spring brings with it new beginnings. It is the calm after the storm. The madness of Christmas has died down and there is a slight serenity in the way we return to our everyday routines. A slight depression in the reoccurrence of normal life. But nevertheless, a fresh start.
I won a competition! My Christmas story, Starlight, was chosen as the winner of the South Wales Echo’s Short Story Competition and was printed on Christmas Eve. It’s a semi-autobiographical piece and is based on the relationship I had with my late father. I thought I’d share it on here even though Christmas has now … More Starlight | Writing
There is a cold mist that wraps itself tightly around the graves, binding them up as if they were to suddenly break. The trees line the side of the path, their branches reaching over me like lovers’ arms. As if they have been away from each other for years. The only noise is the call … More Unknown Soldier | Writing
As well as writing for enjoyment, I write for my own psychological wellbeing. As soon as I get what I’m feeling down on paper, I feel kinda better 🙂 So this is a poem about my dad: There was a gentle breeze this morning Wind lifted my hair from my face
It’s like one day you’re just living your life in a haze of teenage emotions. Wandering the streets of your hometown aimlessly with your best friend. Getting caught up in adolescent arguments and then suddenly, you have a feeling that something is gonna change your life for good.
The House Light enters the dismal corridor once more and I watch as she walks in. The third time today. Her voice echoes around the house, interrupting the silence which seems to be a permanent resident here these days. Making small talk with a middle aged couple, she moves into the first room making … More The House | Writing