You only live once, make the most of it!
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. – Douglas Adams Writing, whether for a living or for passion involves deadlines. They might be set by an editor or by one self but they nearly always in my own personal case, go by without me being able to perform….
I am picking up apples from the garden. Again. I have given bags of the fruit away to everyone who wants them, but still they tumble from the tree. Sometimes they even have the audacity to fall on me as I am gathering their compatriots beneath, the little green bastards. But still it feels like…
Weft, warp, weave. Fact or fiction? Making a fiction of the facts, or crafting a life to fit the story? Â The fielders are in their brilliant white against the damp tanginess of the green. Wicketkeeper. Four slips. Gully. A buzz as we wait for the bowler to come in. Ball defended. Job done. Again,…