I remember when I found you, just before you caught the train that day many months in coming. Of course you'd always been there, doing what you were meant to. Bandaging, teaching, cajoling, exasperating, bringing me up in a world I tried to hide from.But before that moment there was an arms-length between us.... Continue Reading →
Don’t believe what you read in the papers. They call me a rogue, a trouble maker, unstable, but that’s bull. I don’t play by the rules, that’s for sure, but frankly, the rules suck. They've tried to stop me. They've cut off my magic a hundred times. I just buy more on the black market.... Continue Reading →
...of a poem in the letters page of Good Food magazine. But publication nevertheless. My boyfriend persuaded me to email this to them. I thought it would be a bit of humour for their office after Christmas; I certainly didn't think it would be published. It's quite cringe-worthy, but I'm sharing it with you to show that... Continue Reading →
I walk the line and check the tracks, one shot of light in the breathless deep. The hundreds that were torn still cling as dust to the steel around me. A pinprick lamp forms and condenses, spiking a chill deep in my spine. He touches a cap above an empty face, and rubs stiff hands... Continue Reading →
Me: Okay, work is over, washing up is done, laundry in on, dinner has been eaten, TV is off, headphones are on, inspiring music is playing - brain, let's write. Brain: .... Me: Oh come on. I've only got a few hours before I have to go to bed. Play ball. Brain: ... Me: If... Continue Reading →
I wish we were back on the snow road, in that little red car with the sun above us. You'll be driving, laughing at my jokes, because I love making you laugh. We'll slalom down the black liquorice strip between white teeth, snow banks sliced, and diced, split open to let us pass. We'll eye-spy... Continue Reading →
I dream a lot. Let me re-phrase that - I remember a lot of my dreams. Real, asleep type dreams, not inspiring-song-lyric type dreams. A dream can easily involve a group of teenagers, a murderous teacher, a giant mountain-dwelling monster and a secret order of monks. They're pretty hectic. Unfortunately, all the running around, fighting,... Continue Reading →
My name is Wordlander (no really) and you can find out more about me here. This blog is going to be primarily about writing and books, but I may occasionally post about other things that take my fancy because, well, it's my blog and I can. I'll also be posting examples of my own work,... Continue Reading →
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