A poem inspired by Fionaoutdoors and her adventure in the furniture shop. A fine bed It will last 20 years, they said. This bed. Like a galleon, strong enough to sail through your stormy nights, safely to the dawns. The wood got ready in forests. Sprouting and branching while you were still rolling through the […]
What’s your favourite waste of time?
Time is hurling me towards my book deadline at the moment. And you’d have thought the pressure and importance of the whole thing would focus my mind, wouldn’t you? However, instead of writing, one rainy Saturday afternoon I find myself googling that song from the eighties by Owen Paul. Like you do. And on the […]
My name in Lego, a happy box and a three-way split
Things I’ve learned from my children today. Lego sometimes makes me happy. I’m involved in a secret new blogging project – if I told you I’d have to delete you or unfriend myself or something equally nasty, so I won’t… yet. However, I was telling Boy Two that I might need to take a picture […]
What I’m worrying about today
Fret, fret, bother, bother, sigh, fidget.Here I am. worrying. What? No nothing special, or unusual.I seem to be going through a little phase of self-discovery, or navel gazing because it’s less effort than digging the next-size-up car seat out from under the stairs.In any case, I realise I spend a lot of internal dialogue time […]
Online and rambling over at STV.com
So the STV Write Factor competition reaches the end of the first week. And The Panther of News has been a loyal supporter. At first, having drummed up a ton of interest, it seems he’s much better equiped for crossing the Rubicon to public relations than even he knows. Then, however, I asked him what […]