A brand new writing place
Do you have a favourite writing place? If you don’t have one, where do you like to write? What makes it special? Why there?
When ‘digital’ came to town
I still remember the Christmas my sister was given one of the very first computer games as a gift from our parents. Plugged into our
Fortune telling kit
You may have read some six-word short stories, often in the form of an advert. One of the most famous by Hemingway is “For sale.
Painter and canvas
I love the idea of generating writing ideas from a set of pre-prepared words. In this one, simply choose one word from each column and
Following Fido
Wherever Fido went my little sister went too. Faithfully holding on as he bumped and rolled his way around the garden, the house, the pavement.
Baking biscuits
Susan was reflective cutting the perfect snowflake biscuits. Sometimes all it took was a sprinkle of magic and sugar dusting to wash away the cares
The art of being human in the 21st century
If you search ‘digital intelligence’ in a search engine you will find that, broadly, it is either a “new type of intelligence that combines knowledge,
How to save the planet
Let’s be honest, when we talk about saving the planet we don’t really mean the planet. After all the planet will look after itself, it
Living in the dream
‘Dermot, Dermot’. I tug at his shirt urgently, trying to get his attention. ‘Yes?’ He glances at me and smiles. ‘Dermot, what if I told
The 07:32 from Pen Mill
Sitting on the 07.32 from Pen Mill going to a meeting in Bristol I marvel at the things people still do to earn a living
Managing change by shaking off and stepping up
The phrase “change is the only constant” has never been more apt than in the current environment where we constantly hear stories about cuts, increased
Apprentice
Little Jinny Fallon ‘ad ‘er arm taken off in the mule. Blood spurting everywhere like water from the pump in the yard, spraying up the
Life in the present tense
It was the cards I noticed first this morning. Each one neatly placed on the windowsill. Carefully butted up against the thin line of mastic
Trying my hand at poetry
I can’t remember the last time I wrote a poem, most probably it was during creative writing at school. And I have to hold my
Be the change #FridayFiction
‘Hands up if you can tell me what “be the change” means?’ Lucy looked around the class trying to size up those most likely to