-
Take heart
Take heart Have no fear Be kind Reinvest the aching Strive Rake leaves Stride Flatten the mutterings Kiss Take hold Whoop Fly Stop Breathe Dance to the Artic Monkeys Dance in general Have no fear HAVE NO FEAR Expect nothing, hope for something, enjoy many things Forgive, let go Begin, again and again Love without…
-
Mousetrapped by Catherine Ryan Howard
Review of Mousetrapped (beware, spoiler alert!) I’ve just finished reading ‘Mousetrapped’ by Catherine Ryan Howard. It’s a captivating account of a year and a half spent working in a hotel at Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida, from the stark reality of settling in, to the magic and the mayhem of a girl from Cork,…
-
#fridayflash Cheese and Memory
When James told me to burn my diaries I did, so now I can’t be sure of anything. There was a man I used to see every day at the bus stop, at least I think it was there. He had a face the colour of render, a big craggy jaw from which a cigarette…
-
Words are always there
Words are always there bubbling up from all the years, all the thinking, all the hearing, all the seeing, all the memories, layer on layer. Words are in the night and early morning between waking and sleeping, wisp cloud phrases evaporating Words are on the underside of dreams, in the dragged behind blanket of the…
-
Talli Roland’s The Hating Game
Today I’m helping with Talli Roland’s blog splash for her debut novel The Hating Game. Check out her book, all the details below. Help Talli Roland’s debut novel THE HATING GAME hit the Kindle bestseller list at Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk by spreading the word today. Even a few sales in a short period of time on Amazon helps push…
-
NaNoWriMo – Now it’s all over, would I do it again?
Funny one this year, NaNoWriMo, the 50000 word marathon for the month of November. I did it firstly last year and in the intervening time got myself a complete novel, Housewife with a Half-life an escapist comic novel with a sci-fi slant and a very endearing main character. It was a difficult process and churning…
-
#Fridayflash Until Somebody Eats the Shoe
It always begins in the cinders. The last sparks, hot black in anthills of ash. She expects nothing, stooped over the fire, her fist moulded over the poker like melted wax. For the likes of her drabness is the requisite mantle. And a mantle is what they wore – what all the women wore, the…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Alison Wells Author 