Julie Cordiner

The cell was as dark as it was damp, and it would reek all the worse but for the bitter cold. There were others in here, though Robin could not count them, in his head or by his fingers, which he could not see when placed in front of his face. The brief light that had the poor wretches holding their hands to theirs, told him there had to be ten or…[Read more]

Sorry Kate: this stemmed from the couple of ideas I was playing with before I went away last week. Lack of time then (and little in the foreseeable with a kitchen about to be installed) this was what I came up with.

‘I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.’

I was taken aback by how irritated I was by the first part of this quo…[Read more]

Yup, that works.

I remember reading after a train crash disaster, of the non-stop ringing of victims’ mobiles. Could you hot say “Somewhere there was a phone that seemed to keep on ringing and ringing.” ?

Mantra.

I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

Such is the mantra, spoken quietly in hope during clandestine gatherings, or whispered in the darkest moments outside of them, when dreams of life lived to the full fall beyond my control and are squashed like bugs in the mud.

For certain, this mantra is against the teachings of…[Read more]

Thanks Elle and Mad 🙂

And Kaz, I am now tempted to do exactly that. ‘Ironside’s Guide to the bizarre Middle Ages’ :’D

Thanks all. Will post a link when the ebook’s published x

Have we ever had an entry in the form of a song before? Formatting may be a challenge, so bear with me.

On a restroom wall in Baltimore,
Above a broken sink,
Someone scratched this message,
“It’s later than you think”

I took this simple line to heart,
I saw that it was true,
And built myself a sturdy boat,
Then sailed the ocean blue.

Time goes…[Read more]

Like Richard, waiting for inspiration – and I’ve next week away from home in which to receive it (several ideas bubbling)