Well, isn't life grand? It can be, of course. But it can also be little more than a poorly polished turd. Mine's feeling like the latter and, yesterday, I called in sick from work. A mental health day was definitely required. So wound up, so stressed and worried, so teary and overwhelmed. Emotionally wobbly, one… Continue reading Yesterday…
Posts relating to my writing. Struggles, wins, path to publication, whatever.
Susie sits with her head in her hands, sobbing. She sniffs and wipes her eyes with the sodden tissue next to the laptop. The children, thankfully, are still asleep, otherwise they'd be underfoot, asking for breakfast. There's nothing in the pantry but a stale crust of bread and cereal dust. The fridge, half a litre… Continue reading Susie’s Budget
The path ahead beckons. 'This way. It looks well used,' Marta says to Fiona. Fiona waits, unsure. Marta's already walking on, her children scampering beside her. They make a great blended family. Fiona's daughter, two years old, who's right now firmly grasping her hand, and Marta's three sons, aged between ten and five. Marta has… Continue reading The Track
'Oh, thank you!' Beth says. 'This is fantastic, just what I wanted.' She's aware of a gushing tone, making her words seem disingenuous. Looking up at Ronald she feels guilty, wants to say more, but even she knows it will only make her sound sarcastic. She smiles at him. 'Baby, I'm glad.' If he's noticed… Continue reading The Gift
In the morning
The morning light breaks through the slit in the curtains. Stella stirs in her bed; her hand reaches to the opposite side. It's empty. She sits, stretches. Groans as her arms rise above her head and her torso lifts. She hears a pop in her shoulder. 'Dan?' she calls. He's probably in the bathroom. Stella… Continue reading In the morning