NaNoWriMo 2017

I have been playing cat and mouse with my nine lives. But all the while choking my voice with the tasks and cares and obligations that are supposedly the adventure of life. But too long imbalanced. Too long the creeping misjudgement that eventually steals the engagement of a core part of Self. Stealing my voice; my words, my stories. My dancing friends that weave light into character and plots; into learning and laughter; into worlds and thoughts outside of the mundane prescribed by the Other and the broken and the blind.

NaNoWrimo. Like a friend of a friend I had heard good things of and wanted to meet. I peered behind a curtain and we shook hands.

Like a generous, coaxing spout pouring out nourishment to empower the whispers of promise. I am prodded and pushed along my once-loved path lean into the light once again, in fluid movement, to bear things that bloom, refresh and excite. To ride in the slip stream of fellow crafters and dreamers on same journey.

I am let loose to paint lilies of every colour I choose and build castles that melt into green blue flows when a hero needs a new escape plan or a refreshing dip in the deep. I am let loose to be more me again.

So early in the journey, but so glad it has started. See you on the other side…



Under The Willow – Silver Lining

[This is a portion of my serialised e-story. Read it from the start here]

Dreams In Time (contd.)

“You don’t know if you ate or don’t know why you did it?” Boomer asked.

He looked down at me with one of his confused expressions. I have never known anyone so contrary as Boomer. Continue reading

Under The Willow – Dreams In Time

[This is a portion of my serialised e-story. Read it from the start here]


Ray not only knew things got he also had a thing. Sometimes he would zone out and see things. His eyes would glaze over and sometimes he would be very still but like vibrating all over. He could be standing, with his eyes wide open but he was gone. It could be ten, Continue reading

Under The Willow – A Piece of Pie II

[This is a portion of my serialised e-story. Read it from the start here]


Did I tell her my name? I suppose anyone who’s been in three towns long enough would know my name.

I walked away in a daze. I occasionally looked back to see if she would move or watch me leave. I wanted to see her walk around the trunk to where I guessed her entrance was. Even more, I wanted to see her go in and to just be sure she was gone home and not just ducking in somewhere to follow me again. But Continue reading