The First Post
The pressure builds in the here and now A bead of sweat trickles from my brow. “You have to do it, you promised you would” A promise I made without Continue Reading →
All original, fact, fiction and flights of fancy by me
Mamie loves to write about many things
The pressure builds in the here and now A bead of sweat trickles from my brow. “You have to do it, you promised you would” A promise I made without Continue Reading →
Breakfast in bed, with coffee and toast. A full bodied blend, a nice dark roast. Not for me, healthy yoghurt and fruit. First thing in a morning, it just doesn’t Continue Reading →
While every aspiring writer believes they can write, many become overwhelmed by the tide of rejection and failure to achieve literary stardom. I believe I can write. I’ve had this Continue Reading →
The Western has just re-opened, after yet another refit. The place has changed a lot in the past few years, they just can’t seem to leave it alone. The landlord Continue Reading →
This is not fiction, this is a beginning. Some of the work shown in this section of the website is unfinished, very old, or just in the planning stages. I am Continue Reading →
I wrote this for my Granddad. I still miss him so much. A man so tall he touched the sky I was the apple in his twinkling eye My target Continue Reading →
That girl sitting in the corner there The one with the deep, burgundy hair. I know her from some time before But from where I can’t be sure. She glances Continue Reading →
I don’t know why you chose me. I’m just glad that you did. You brought light to my heart, When there was only dark. You made me want to be Continue Reading →
How does a writer define success? Is it completing a novel, getting an article published (web or print), or some other descriptor that defines their version of success? How I Continue Reading →
I write really bad poetry, I’ve never got the hang of it. I can write passable limericks but they’re easy, they have fixed rules and must scan. The gift of Continue Reading →