David Jones's Blog, page 1344
August 19, 2012
Girl In The Fireplace requested by shanabeth
August 18, 2012
"If you woke up breathing, congratulations! You have another chance."
- Andrea Boydston (via wethinkwedream)
Always go and get McDonalds on my birthday. Its getting...

Always go and get McDonalds on my birthday. Its getting reasonably close now, less than a month. Goodbye 22.
How does it feel to be a published author?
It feels really good - it certainly feels like an achievement. The strangest thing about it is knowing that people from various places in the world are reading what you’ve written, and they could be doing it at any time. I could be sat at home eating a sandwich and somewhere somebody I don’t know could well be reading one of my stories. It’s quite a surreal feeling, especially when all my writing is generally personal and comes from life experiences that I’ve had. It’s very good to see ideas...
August 17, 2012
I hate to be this guy, but I am quite certain you took pictures of a wheat field..
You are right - you spotted my “deliberate” error..trying to erm..catch people out and test them and..yes. Believe it or not, I did mean to put wheat - the way it gets golden before the harvest and such, but I must have corn on the brain. Which is quite surprising, since I haven’t been near or eaten corn for ages. I shall make the appropriate edits.
I like wheat fields. There is something about them, the way they...








I like wheat fields. There is something about them, the way they sway like a sea - so I took some pictures of wheat fields. These are from Hale Beach in Liverpool.
Theres a bee’s nest/hive above the kitchen roof in my...

Theres a bee’s nest/hive above the kitchen roof in my garden, they have been buzzing about all summer. Ok on the outside, but slightly worrying when they get into the house. This photo wasn’t taken there though, its from Allerton Towers in Liverpool. Since I got the iPhone I’ve been unable to stop taking pictures of things.
The regal purple,
Blazes in the summer heats
To die in winter.

The regal purple,
Blazes in the summer heats
To die in winter.