Tag Archives: Writing

Spring

It’s been months since I wrote a blog, so long that I forgot my own rules for a readable post and had to start a new project for 2024 BlogsLike other writers, I sometimes doubt my ability and reasons for continuing to write.But I’m back now. Another and more cheerful reason is the recent additionContinue reading “Spring”

I’ll never be young again. A short story.

“That’s your bed made. What else shall I do? Remember, this is my last visit,” called the carer, her cheerful sing-song voice echoing around the empty hall.“I know, I haven’t forgotten, so there is a gift on the kitchen table.” Emily had heard such negative stories about carers, but Amy was delightful. The granddaughter sheContinue reading “I’ll never be young again. A short story.”

Misty Mornings

Summer days at Casa Batan almost always begin with shrouds of mist. Misty mornings that come before the heat of the day takes hold are one of the privileges of living here. It covers over mountain topsand hides the rolling hills.And winds its way up riversdimming swirls and rills It dances through the forestwith theContinue reading “Misty Mornings”

Bookshops

I suppose that there are people in the world who don’t like bookshops, in the same way as there are people who forget to eat lunch. I don’t recall having many conversations with such people, but that’s probably because the conversation was too short for recollection. Bookshops, which also serve lunch, or at the veryContinue reading “Bookshops”

Creating a character

Given that characters are the most important element in a story, it is quite reasonable for the reader to wonder where the character came from. I certainly do whenever I come across a character who has made me laugh or cry. In a film, the writer depicts the character as ready-made. We like or dislikeContinue reading “Creating a character”