writing

How We Get To Where We Are

I’ve been living stories as long as I can remember, telling them from the moment I could talk, writing them from the moment I could clumsily grip a crayon. Growing up, I had a story in every book, folder and notepad I owned. I’d jot them on the back of shopping lists (mum still has… Continue reading How We Get To Where We Are

Rambling

Welcome To My Life

I woke with the sudden and uncomfortable understanding that I was not alone. Blinking into the darkness, I threw a cautious arm across the bed. Nothing. From outside the bedroom, the softest crinkle of the holland blinds, made by fingers pushing them furtively aside. I peeled back the quilt and rolled out of bed, shambling… Continue reading Welcome To My Life