Daily Prompt: Hear No Evil

Hear No Evil http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/02/prompt-hear/ “Please don’t tell anyone”, she begged. Her voice dripped with desperation and I knew I would be haunted by her secret for a long, long time. Was it a… Continue reading

Daily Prompt: Playtime

Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you? Life is but a game. A stage. A battlefield. A dance-floor. As soon as the morning sun stirs fluttering sleepy eyes,… Continue reading

Superpower of Choice

In response to Daily Post Challenge: With such a fascination for antiques it’s only natural that I would want to time travel. Viewing antiques isn’t reason enough to choose this superpower obviously so… Continue reading

An Unhealthy Obsession with Vintage

Everything has a history. Even with brand new things, it’s packaging does the story-telling along with where it was made in and what year. This gives off a sense of belonging to some… Continue reading

Doorbell Ringing

Just sit at your typewriter and bleed- E. Hemingway This was quoted as something Ernest Hemingway said of the process of writing, and today it struck a cord with me. It’s too easy to… Continue reading

The Fairy Dust of Friends

One day you wake up and the air is a little cooler, the clouds are a little heavier and your world seems a little bit more magical. I was witness to a somewhat… Continue reading


Once there is a goal on the horizon, one must remain strong and steadfast in order to reach it. There will come many a distraction, temptations of the superficial kind, obstacles of the… Continue reading

The Perfect Storm

There have been several triggers in the past 2 months prompting me to return to writing. I feel rusty and in dire need of practice but the calling was too strong. Hemingway had… Continue reading

The little and rather large joys in life.

The little and rather large joys in life.. via The little and rather large joys in life..   This is my favourite blog post of the week. Enjoy. TMW

Hemingway & I

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it. Ernest Hemingway For some, writing is second nature. It’s like blinking, or breathing, no real thought put into… Continue reading