The Soundless Hush
Sometimes at night I fall asleepto all embracing black,and other times – right at the brinkMy senses call me back. The soundless hush of gentle white.The crispness in the air.It doesn’t need to make…
Tag: Beth Flynn
The Restorative Power of the Night (Night Bathing)
Modern-day humans have evolved to live their busy lives in the light of day, even adding man-made lighting to unnaturally extend their days well into the night, but in doing so they seem to have…
What Glorious Ineptitude
What glorious ineptitudeThe human soulIts never-ending missionFor the key to feel whole Adoration of the masses?Riches and gold?A shiny new sports car?Ways not to get old? When all’s said and doneAt the end of the…
Key Advice for Aspiring Writers
Storm Constantine was one of the first authors who inspired me to throw myself into writing fantasy. She also happened to be local to the area where I grew up, which was part of the fascination because…
Lost and Found
I stood in front of the rather shabby-looking reception desk, waiting for the hostel owner, Evie, to return with my passport. At least the hostel was clean, which set it apart from many of the…
The Exchange
“Wolfran haunch… git yer fresh wolfran haunch right ere! Five trills a kilo… Goin fast! You won’t find no better deal this side of Kantar!” The man’s booming voice made Lorne cringe, as he made…
The Trials of Relocating to Rural Italy
I moved to Italy back in May 2014, and boy, what an adventure it has been! It had been a good ten months or so between coming over to sign the final paperwork on the…
Increasing Creative Flow
It is often a common problem for writers, the world over, to keep their creativity levels consistent from one day to the next. There are many things that a writer can do to try and…
The Birth of a Character
I see posts in creative writing groups all the time, where people are asking for advice on how to create a realistic character. Even naming characters seems to be something that causes many writers a…
Rudvar’s Journey: New Beginnings
It was still quite early in the day. The sun was just beginning to warm the valley floor as Rudvar, the Hob, slowly made his way back down to his cosy barrow, far beneath the…