And so, I said yesterday all the days that I want to write more. This is how I’m going to do it. Write 500-1,000 words a day. Fiction or non-fiction. Story or essay. Read a book a week. Doing Book Riot’s Read Harder Challenge to help with this. Although, I really don’t need any help with this one! Write/Draft one complete short story a week. From a prompt or my, um, archives. Open to story sparks, if you’d care to…
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11th January 2015One of the things I’ve appreciated most in the last 6 months is Facebook. It really has helped me feel connected to the world. That’s what happens when most of the people who care about you and the human you’ve made live 40 to 4,000 miles away. Here’s a run-down on what’s been happening around here for the past few months, as told through Facebook status updates and posts: June 27th – Isla Madelyn born 11:52, 27th June 2014, 7…
On Friday, I posted my post and went to the pub. I left my phone safely at home, and instead concerned myself with this delicious beer. After a few, we came home and I decided to check my email while Sarge brushed his teeth. There were lots of little yellow flags in my gmail inbox, and I discovered I’d been Freshly Pressed. It was the third time I’ve seen my little blog up there. Exciting, as ever. I’d like to…
The American in me wants to have pumpkin pie later on today and cold turkey sandwiches tomorrow. I am the kind of person who believes thanks aren’t just for Thanksgiving. But in the spirit of the day, I’m going to share what I am thankful for this year. My list every year is quite simple. It doesn’t take much to make me happy, and I’m appreciative of what I have every day of the year. That being said, these things…
I hit Publish on Tuesday’s post, and then had coffee and noodles, while sitting at my desk and dealing with more official stuff. I was addressing envelopes and slurping my lunch when I looked up and noticed my post had been Freshly Pressed. One particular noodle might have been so shocked that it jumped ship off the fork and landed in my coffee. Just maybe. I won’t go all Sally Field on you, but I will say that I genuinely…
