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Continue reading →: Wednesday
It’s the earliest day of the week. I’m reminded how bad I am at mornings. Thoughts come slower. The world is heavy today. Atlas has a little more weight on his shoulders. (sorry) On Wednesdays, I drive Julie into work – the journey takes an hour and twenty minutes. It’s…
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Continue reading →: Blank page
“I write best in the mornings,” is what I said. But do I? Or is that the only time I give myself time to write? And what if the morning, like this one, is spent staring at a blank screen. Is spent worrying about the words that won’t come. Is…
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Continue reading →: It’s never a sure thing – Two Novels and a Game
Sometimes I wonder if the problem is that I am too amazing.
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Continue reading →: Assemble with Care -a cute game about fixing stuff
I wrote a short review about the game Assemble with Care and only complained about the weather A LITTLE bit.
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Continue reading →: ‘Slug, and other things i’ve been told to hate’ by Holly McNish – a book review
The one big thing I took away from Holly McNish’s book ‘Slug’ is that I should steal more packets of sugar.
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Continue reading →: Hayfever
I’m in a play. A play named Hayfever written by Noël Coward. The play is not about being allergic to flowers.
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Continue reading →: Bookshop
I don’t have enough money. Unless someone wants to lend me a few hundred thousand to own all the books? Of course, I’d need a few more thousand to have a house to hold all the books. And I’m not even starting to talk about bookshelves. Maybe I’ll just stick…
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Continue reading →: Café
I admit it. I have become a stereotype. You’ll find me, nose pressed against my laptop screen, frantically typing, steaming cup of coffee (Americano with cold milk, one and a half sugars) next to me. I’m a café writer. At home, I slump in front of my computer, whining about…






