ON CLOUDS
Strange clouds hovering over us this lunchtime. Flat with portal like holes through which the sun can be glimpsed trying to make its way down to the ground. Back to the books.
A CROOKED HOUSE
Life's a bit like this at times. Here you find my idle thoughts as I take a break from fiction. It's better than going down the pub, smoking or the gym. Feel free to comment, just remember that the struggle to be published often leads me to the edge of the abyss. But life is like that when you're trying to make a dream come true.
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