Letting Life Lead
Every morning for a month the rat-a-tat jazzy beat of the resident woodpecker thrumming my house rips me from dreams. I bolt a feline stairway to heaven to the side of the house. Empty feathers and a fat cat trouble me not.
The place where all the things I write live
Writer and procrastinator
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
The 24 hours Writing Hotspot and Hang Out
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
Every now and then my head is racing with thoughts so I put pen to paper
Vulnerable on main