As I sat wolfing down my breakfast and urging my son to take big mouthfuls of his cereal so that we could both get out of the door quickly and in time for his school and my appointment, something very interesting happened. 272 more words
I can’t stand being asked what I do. It’s basically like saying “hey, I really couldn’t be bothered thinking too much about this conversation, so here’s one from the book of booooooring”. 218 more words
Along the dreamy Venetian canals, I sat besotted with the sheer beauty of the place that had transported me back in time. I was reminiscing about the year gone by and what a roller coaster it had been with a string of bitter sweet memories.
It’s that dilemma when you’re searching your brain for something to write. No matter how many times you think you have an idea, it slips through your fingers or simply leads to a dead end; a blank canvas. 173 more words