My views on the world, music, books and writing. Sometimes ranting, sometimes raving, but always something to say.
Always open to discussion and feedback.
The last couple of days have reminded me that although most days are good, depression never really releases you from it’s grip. It’s always there, like dark water, waiting to drag you back into its murky embraces. Most days I’m on top of the situation, able to rise above its
Adventure style thriller have always been part of my life. I’ve read a few of Clive Cussler’s ones so far. I like the way he intertwines events of the past with those of the present. Often they’re ridiculously far fetched, yet somehow I love the world he has created. Like
The UK used to be a place where tolerance and empathy for humankind was strong. Our multicultural life was at time fractional but yet we accepted other races, other ideas and cultures in with open arms. We invited the world to come and help keep our country safe, realising that
How do we create the places we know into word form? It’s not as easy as it seems. We know what’s there, we can shut our eyes and imagine being there, but our readers might struggle unless we give them enough stimuli to make it possible. We go to some