So this is the year my writing finally comes to the foreground. A quick glance over my blog for 2017 will take you 2 seconds
Here’s an experimental short story I knocked up on my morning train journey to work over the past two weeks.
When was the last time you stretched your imagination and gave it a muscle-burning workout?
Sunday morning. It was a ritual Charlie didn’t mind. Ginny’s parents visited every second weekend. Ginny and her mother Pearl would cook lunch together, while
The heat melted my face as I left the icy sanctuary of the office for lunch.
I declare I’ve made it as a writer. I’ve reached the zenith of my celestial writing sphere. The light at the end of my writing