You Forgot to Change Your Sheets Again.

Friday 31st of May 2019

Happy last of May!

I’m four glasses of wine in. Again. This past week I’ve been screaming for purpose. Just now, I looked out the window, saw the sky and was like ‘why are you looking for purpose? There’s purpose right there.’ Can I describe the sky to you?

It’s dusk, just after twilight. There’s streaks of serene, still, shimmering white blue, peeking out through thick woolly dark grey clouds stretched across the horizon, like tears in reality. It’s striking, stunning, startling, focusing. It says, I’m here in this reality, and for this moment, I’m in love with the privilege. I want more.

But it’s getting darker, and the curtains need closing, and glass number four isn’t going too finish itself.

There’s so much I want to write, but none of it matters. Let’s just put it away and focus on the moment.

‘The Murder of Miss O’ a novella, that I wrote, and also illustrated. It’s available from booky places, check it out.