Writing For Joy

Pain is the Spur Freda read the damning remarks written with the appraiser’s red pen, which had been applied — with a generosi...

There are times when nothing seems to go right. Times when it seems you receive nothing but adverse criticism when trying to do your best. W...

I have just taken this photograph looking out of a downstairs window. There might even be raindrops on the glass as it is a wet day and gloo...

At last my rewrite of Blazing Embers is finished. Several thousand less words and, so I believe, better for the trimming. There is much to l...

Jelly beans — oh dear, only three left! The Blank Page Syndrome I’ve got work to do. Another 100 pages of a new version of a novel to rewrit...

Sunshine and the bees are buzzing, birds are singing and a soft wind blowing. All is tranquil. The rain has done wonders in the garden — suc...

Threatening Rain Heavy rain threatened today but the garden needs it. Against the dark sky the beauty of the countryside is made manifest. I...

I recently cleared a lot of stuff out of the attic. Precious blocks and patterns from my designer years, Boxes of fabric that have come in h...

Today I had my book Awakening Love (Stonehedge Publishing Ebook version) showcased at http://authorsandtheirbooks.blogspot.com by author Er...

January is not a good month for cheer. Cold, dark and wet — sometimes snow and ice. But this year has not been too bad for us in South Cumbr...