Kindle, My writing, Promotions, Publishing and Self Publishing, The Battle of Watling Street

Kindle Promotion – The Battle of Watling Street is Free to Read 14-18th March

My posts are like buses; you wait two months for one, then two come along within a day... I've nearly finalised my first newsletter (I'm waiting for the test email, which is taking its sweet time), and I wanted to offer something to subscribed readers as a thank you for sticking around thus far. And… Continue reading Kindle Promotion – The Battle of Watling Street is Free to Read 14-18th March

My writing, Reading and Books, Writing

Getting Creative with the Coronavirus

I've had asthma since my teens, nearly forty years now. It lurks, ready at the lack of a coat to remind me of how it's compromised my respiratory system. A mild cold in December mutated into a chest infection that hung around like an oblivious, unwelcome guest for nearly a month. Needless to say, I'm… Continue reading Getting Creative with the Coronavirus

My writing, Publishing and Self Publishing, Writing

Happy New Year!

I hope you all had a restful and enjoyable Christmas and New Year break.  The tone of this post was set by my New Year's Eve iTunes playlist  (mercifully for my friends and family it's quite short, unlike my eight-hour gargantuan Christmas version). While singing along to Abba's "Happy New Year"  I realised it's not… Continue reading Happy New Year!

Poem of the Month, Poetry, Writing

Poem of The Month – The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus

This month's poem is inspired by both a trip during August to Northern Ireland, my journey of DNA discovery, and the depressing news cycle we watched when we (rarely) turned on the TV to catch the news while taking in the magnificent Causeway coast. I recently had my DNA ancestry traced on 23andMe and discovered that… Continue reading Poem of The Month – The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus

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Poem of The Month – Cave Hill, by Alice Milligan

We lived on a road at the base of the massive outcrop in the picture above which is, of course, Cave Hill. Straddling the skyline of North Belfast, it was immortalised by Jonathan Swift as a Sleeping Giant. The best panoramic views of the city and Belfast lough are from the peak by McArt's Fort, or… Continue reading Poem of The Month – Cave Hill, by Alice Milligan

My writing, Reading and Books, Writing

Breaks and Pauses

...And the blackbird's tune, And May, and June!                               - De Gustibus, Robert Browning I've added a lot of tags to this post; my four weeks away from writing and blogging generated quite a few thoughts and ideas, as well as… Continue reading Breaks and Pauses

My writing, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Writing

NaPoWriMo Day 14 – Philomena

Philomena Who's in that house there, look? I thought I saw a light flickering in the empty rooms; who'd be in there late on Saturday night? Who's in that house there - that wee house belongs to my dad! No one lives there now. Should we go and check it's nothing bad? Who's in that… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 14 – Philomena

My writing, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Writing

NaPoWriMo Day 13 – The Customers

The Customers Finally, summer's here, and we're enjoying a wee drink in this bar. A mix of us, from both sides of the fence. Unusual for these troubled times but it works for us. The balmy moon glows in our glasses, when the yellow headed men invade the bar and call out for us to separate by faith.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 13 – The Customers

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NaPoWriMo Day 12 – David

(Apologies for the hiatus, I'll be catching up with posting my NaPoWriMo poems this week...) David We've stopped here by a ditch, across the sea from home; guns across our chests, peering like Eagle Eyes action men. It's wetter here, more clouds; the sky drips more, but still I know this grass, this hedge, this… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 12 – David

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NaPoWriMo Day 11 – Thomas

Thomas I was dumped at this church, unable to get home; back down the hill into town. This city, this town is deathly sick; my head stoved in with a brick and barrels from the bar. I watch a car toil up Forthriver's rise, from this hill among the skies. No hallowed stones or weathered… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 11 – Thomas