Tag: imagination


  • Hopefully, you have noticed that things on the blogging front have been a bit quiet for the last three months. If you haven’t, hello. So what caused radio silence for a quarter of a year? Was I kidnapped by aliens? Was I held against my will and forced to knit a tartan scarf? That hardy…

  • I’m never happier than when I’m writing, except when I can’t think of what to write. When I’m in full flow, time disappears, my anxiety melts away, aches and pains evaporate, and I forget about all that ails me. It’s a perfect mental sorbet that seems to cleanse the sensory palate. Sometimes, words pour out…