The Wordsmithe

Under a spreading oak tree, the village wordsmithe lived.  She would spend her nights knee deep in pencil shavings, typewriter ribbons,  crumpled sheets of legal size,  thumb drives and spent ink cartridges. Late into the night sees her weaving  sentence after sentence into what she hopes ultimately to be a cohesive and creative story that… Continue reading The Wordsmithe

Ok, Ok. If I Wanna’ be a Writer, all I have to do; IS WRITE!!!

So I have been reading a lot of stories by Clive Cussler. So many I can’t now remember what titles I have already read. Clive’s getting a breather because my Library has run out of them. Now I have re-discovered Ludlum, but his characters are so serious, where Cussler’s are really fun! And when Clive… Continue reading Ok, Ok. If I Wanna’ be a Writer, all I have to do; IS WRITE!!!

Nostalgia?

“Sentimental Longing  or Wistful Affection fo the past”. Life under the Helicalyptus Trees. Oh. Was I five or seven when I realized that it was “Eucalyptus?” Well, there were Helicopters flying around them; or so it appeared to a 3 yr old. hence, Helicalyptus! Not far from the old lighter than air station at El… Continue reading Nostalgia?