Into the Woods (4)

In a blur, Olly was whisked away, down narrow alleyways, over slippery cobalt stone pavements. Tiny windows with yellow glows whooshed past them, with occasional tea shops and bakeries shutting shop for the day around one corner or the other. Grams’ hand never left hers in all that time, and behind them, Grandda was forever... Continue Reading →

The ‘Dream’ we dream (When not to approach agents and publishers): notes from an amateur writer.

If you've found yourself clicking on this post, then I'm safe to assume that you are either someone starting out in writing and dream of being published, or, you are an experienced writer/producer wanting to see how much of a fool I'm making myself in this post and what other silly things I might write... Continue Reading →

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