Tag: #writing
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Silent Sunday…
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I wanted to be silent today too, as I didn’t want to share bad news anymore. I have been trying to relax, do what I can manage, pottering around at my own speed, which these days, is snail’s pace. I am terrified of falling again, and although I make sure to move slowly, there are…
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The Shattered Bauble, by Rachel Mclean #fiction #Mystery #Review
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It’s Christmas in Lyme Regis, and DC Tina Abbott is looking forward to some well-earned time with her family. But then her mum Annie, true to form, reports a crime. The pottery shop has been broken into and the owner Peg, Annie’s friend, attacked. The evidence is scant. A solitary fingerprint in blood, but nothing…
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Ready, steady, go?
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I was really looking forward to the start of a new week and hopefully a better week. The sun was shining this morning, so I thought I was in with a chance. A chance to finally reach the bottom of the pile of jobs that has been slowly growing. I wasn’t sure if it was…
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Finding out the Hard way…
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I have been quiet this week, trying to come to terms with the latest developments. First, though, I had to get over the colossal disapointment that I wasn’t fit enough. I have been exercising regularly every day since last March. Have I been wasting my time, was the set routine just not good enough, or…
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No Man’s Land…
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Although I have been making good headway with my latest mystery thriller, it has come to my attention that I may not be around to actually finish it. A morbid thought, and I have no real idea where it came from, as I intend to finish it, one way or another. Ever since I was…
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Moving around the Changes…
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My mind was a blank when I woke up yesterday morning. It seemed to stay that way, despite my trying to think of something to write. My brain has been doing this a lot lately, too much going on in there, and I suppose it had switched off for a while. They will be having…
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Slip, slip, sliding…
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I nearly gave up yesterday. Giving up the struggle suddenly seemed like a very good idea. When it was just the pain in my back and knees that I had to cope with was bad enough. Add the new problems with my head into the mix, and everything seemed futile. Managing my exercise regime was…
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Silent Sunday…
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Winter is very much holding sway down here in Petersfield. I keep looking out of my window, but there are no signs of growth out there yet. My bonsai trees look cold and damp, sitting in their pots like silent sentinels. Are they awake in there, waiting for Nature’s nod to get going? This is…