Here’s a little pop of micro-fiction. Hope you like it. More to follow. Remember when we went night swimming...
Tag: am writing
Tender was the night
Tender was the night.
Gentle was the breeze
That flowed across my skin...
The past is like a warm blanket
The past is a warm blanket wrapped around you: Comfortable, certain, sometimes smothering. The future is a magic carpet: Scary, exhilarating, leading to eternity.
An open letter to the publishing industry
An open letter to The Publishing Industry (namely literary agents and publishers...) If you're in the publishing industry and reading this, then thank you. I know how busy you are, so I'll try and be brief. (If you're another disillusioned writer: chin up, friend - you're not alone.) I'm guessing you got into this industry … Continue reading An open letter to the publishing industry
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