IN THE memoir-writing circuit, abuse is a recurring theme and writing the best form of therapy, published or not. The abundance of stories seeking an audience is a healthy sign of real cultural change. Less healthy is the sadistic glee when some abuse survivors refuse to entertain protecting the identities of their villains, regardless ofContinue reading “Outer Limits”
Category Archives: Writing
Writing a memoir
WITH a pandemic in full swing and many of us having more time on our hands than we might like, there has never been a better time to write one’s memoir. And you don’t have to be famous to have a tale worth telling. They say that everybody has a story in them – ifContinue reading “Writing a memoir”
The Quandary
I’ve sweated these past few days about how to write this post. I had intended to attempt to justify the course of action I am about to take, before then realising that I didn’t have to explain myself at all. Firstly, the circumstances that led me to this juncture are too complex to pack intoContinue reading “The Quandary”
The Poet
I follow the path of poets of old. Their voices beckon me into the fold, Many cut short in the days of their prime, but nevertheless remembered in rhyme. . For somehow in the throes of death, They cry out with mortal breath “O kindred spirits, living or departed, carry on the work I started.”Continue reading “The Poet”
Reality Check 2017
A YEAR and a half ago, having got Close Call: Short and Bittersweet under my belt and deciding that becoming the next J K Rowling was a tad ambitious, my master plan was to develop my ‘brand’ and complete all the projects I had already started … while holding down two day jobs … ItContinue reading “Reality Check 2017”
Reality check November 2015
THIRTEEN months ago, I was in the first stages of setting up my online presence as a newly self-employed ‘writer/ghostwriter’ and my first collection of short stories, Close Call: Short and Bittersweet. Woo hoo! My intention was that by the end of 2015, I would be well on my way to becoming the next J KContinue reading “Reality check November 2015”
The Poet
I follow the path of poets of old. Their voices beckon me into the fold, Many cut short in the days of their prime, but nevertheless remembered in rhyme. For somehow in the throes of death, They cry out with mortal breath “O kindred spirits, living or departed, carry on the work I started.” ForContinue reading “The Poet”
Ragged rocks
“SELF-EMPLOYED …. Oh, shit, what have I done?” The enormity of jumping off the hamster wheel was still sinking in. The feelings of panic I kept in check by reminding myself that I could jump back on at any time. Still, the whole point of doing this was that there was no Plan B. Blog.Continue reading “Ragged rocks”