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September 26, 2012

The rain comes pouring down
The news says there are floods;
And I watch.
Summer falls to...

The rain comes pouring down


The news says there are floods;


And I watch.


Summer falls to Autumn


Awaiting winter snows;


And I think.


The daytime sky darkens


With cloud-conjured false night;


And I sigh.


Wars are fought faraway


For money and power;


And I wait.


This world spins on its path


Amongst the moon and stars;


I think of you again.

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Published on September 26, 2012 14:13

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Published on September 26, 2012 12:28

greetingsfrombritannia:

Reynold’s Park, Woolton -...



greetingsfrombritannia:



Reynold’s Park, Woolton - Merseyside.


Rod Burkey ©



This is right down the road from me..I have never seen it looking quite as stunning as this though! This is why Autumn is such a great season.

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Published on September 26, 2012 10:43

September 25, 2012

How a novel is made (for me anyway - and this was for...













How a novel is made (for me anyway - and this was for Lilith’s Tears, but it was the same with all my other books) stages:


1) Notebook - the concept and any random ideas.


2) More notebook - tonnes of ideas,not a planbut rather a slew of plot details and moments from various parts of the plot, as well as and especially the end. This stage keeps going throughout, as I write I add more ideas to the notebook to store them for later.


3) Handwritten version - the long haul and the best part, han...

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Published on September 25, 2012 14:15

“I have never courted popularity” haha!













“I have never courted popularity” haha!

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Published on September 25, 2012 12:27

Fate, destiny - crossroads everywhere.



Fate, destiny - crossroads everywhere.

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Published on September 25, 2012 10:39

September 24, 2012

She was restless, agitated - she would always speak to Anier of something “more,”...

She was restless, agitated - she would always speak to Anier of something “more,” something “better,” and indeed he felt it too, although niether of them were capable of understanding, even imagining, what that mystical “something” may be.


- Extract from my next novel, The Blue Bricks Part I. Working on it all the time.

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Published on September 24, 2012 14:11

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Published on September 24, 2012 12:25

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Why the caps lock tumblr bot, why?

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Published on September 24, 2012 11:59

Tastes of a summer which has long gone, considering all the...



















Tastes of a summer which has long gone, considering all the flooding today.

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Published on September 24, 2012 10:41