His hair was ink black. It moved like a feather in the water and clung in tufts when it hit the air. I sat with my feet in the pool, flicking my cigarette ash into the aqua blue, watching…
Bloom.
This time he bought me roses. Their razor thorns grazed his face when I cracked them across his skull. They swung so smoothly through the air, whistling as they went.
Nausea (feeling sick). A small tale of mental woe for Mental Health Awareness Week
Nausea (Feeling Sick.) I remembered reading that exercise was good. So I did star jumps. I did star jumps while fat salty tears ran down my face. I howled and I jumped, wondering if the breathlessness might take away…
Doing what you love on International Women’s Day | A short story
Today we celebrate the ladies. And to honour International Women’s Day I am paying attention to myself, or more importantly, the reason I was put on this crazy little planet. Because it’s easy as a creative to get caught up in…
For the love of stationery – Caboodle magazine
Seeing my name in the pages of a magazine will never get old. Especially when I spent years dreaming of the day I’d be able to walk into a shop and pick up a title with my work in. This month I…
Why engagement is the key to being a better blogger
Greetings oh blogging world. I am back this week with a piece I wrote for the wonderful Belong Magazine… We all love our little blogger back and forths, and this month I have been exploring just why. Check out the…
Reading the world away
There is something about reading. Lots of us do it here on wordpress, it’s what has brought us together, and I tried to put into words exactly what it is that I love for Perdiz Magazine last week.
Can a book help you write a book?
I’ve often wondered about books that teach you how to write books. On the one hand, I’ve always thought “if I am going to be a novelist, surely I should just be able to write a book?” But on the…
Writing a book is not that easy, but that’s ok.
A few months ago you may have seen me make a formal commitment to my novel, promising myself (and the blogging world) that I would work on it every Friday afternoon. At it stands, this is not going so swimmingly, I have written a grand total of no chapters.
Restroom.
It said Lola 4 Charlie 4 eva. Toilets didn’t require accurate spelling. Or grammar.
Why unicorns are the key to my every day
I read a couple of weeks ago that BPIRAU is the new ‘Shit Happens’. BPIRAU stands for ‘Bitch please I ride a unicorn’. I much prefer this to ‘Shit Happens’.
It’s makeover time.
If you’ve tumbled onto my pages recently you may have noticed something a little awry at ismithwords…
