Finger-Nibbling at Midnight

A celebration of the Wonderful Words in the World of Freelance Writing.                                                                                                                                                                                 I wrote this after completing a writers’ course on Non-fiction writing. I recall the writers’ course which got me hooked. In the early hours of my last day I contemplated our collective beginning. With newly-nibbled nails I tapped out the result of that week’s […]

PAST IT

After quite a few months of not adding to my blog, I decided to feature my short stories. This first one is told in two parts, the remainder being added tomorrow. How will Joyce cope with the next generation, which moves in a very different world and is sure it knows better than her? Morning […]

Spin a Fine Yarn

This knotty tale unravelled one day in 1999 in Tasmania, Australia’s southern island. Here is an extract from a newspaper article I wrote about my parents’ experience. Expo, symposium: call it what you like. In amongst people of like mind you are offered the chance to re-create yourself, to find a new you. But not usually this way. […]

A Matter of Course

Not much thinking is needed to realise that what the current younger generation sees as an expected right or resource may well have been entirely absent two generations ago. And what were accepted practices then, may now — sadly or gladly — be absent. My most shattering eye-opener was at a family reunion when Dad gave […]