I have just started an online course which promises to give me some tips on how to write decent fiction. With two practice assignments under my belt, I am already feeling possessive and strangely secretive about what I have produced so far. Luckily, Scatterling provides a temporary smoke screen. We have the commonality that the... Continue Reading →
The Scatterling series – 15, 16 & 17
I could not resist blogging again today. It is Saturday night, after all and besides that, it has been a while since the last instalment in this series. Maternal influence is undeniable. We can lead quite different lives from our mothers as adults, hold very different opinions, eat different foods and even dream in different... Continue Reading →
Dealing with Ditsy
Ditsy is the new character in my life passing itself off as my alter ego and also the description which best fits some of the ways I seem to be accomplishing the most basic tasks these days. Let me emphasise right away that being ditsy is not my preferred way of being nor ever has... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 