Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Tag: Writing Life

  • I Just Can’t Hold My Nose

    Writing as a Compulsion If you are reading this, then you must have worked out that I love to write. It’s one of those things I do; give it a few days of inactivity, and like a humid summer day, it gets almost unbearable. I start to sweat, words of prose exiting my pores as…

  • Yet I’ll not go gracefully into the sunset.

    The Fear of Losing My Trade Dogs bark, children cry, men moan, and writers write. Or do they? Do politicians and bricklayers wake up in the middle of the night in the fear that they have forgotten their trade? I do. The fear that by the time the next dawn chorus breaks, I will have…