I take a lot of photos in the garden during the warmer months, but it's still beautiful in winter.
I'm slightly obsessed with giant outdoor light bulbs. These solar-powered ones don't light up much during the winter (this is Scotland, we don't get a lot of sunlight!) but they still do interesting things with reflections.
There’s a tender stillness, a blessed inertia, as we watch each other. Again, he tries to make himself remember something he’ll inevitably forget. Again, I try to believe that this time, he’ll manage it. We both know we’re lying to ourselves, but we let it happen.
I've been going through a substantial shift in how I feel about writing. I'm not going to get into the hows and whys of it all because this would end up being ridiculously long, but there's been significant change happening and I wanted to share that with you.
I would give you half my body if I could, for all it’s worth. I would rip it apart with my bare hands and carry it to you in a heart shaped box or a cut glass coffin or bleeding through my fingers.
My love affair with the #vss365 (very short story every day) hashtag game on Twitter continues and I have another selection to share with you. Although my very short stories aren't specifically linked to the book I'm working on, the neo-noir tone of my current project found its way into a lot of December's Tweets.
Omen fly. Our palms are siege engines...
With a macro lens and a bit of imagination, a burning wooden candle wick can become a fiery mountain range.
Sometimes it feels like we’re the only ones who really see each other. Inevitable and invisible. They look at anything but us. We have those kind of faces. The face of a clock, the face of the light they see at the end. Or what they imagine is the end. Whatever.
Instead of making new year's resolutions, I've chosen a focus word. I want, need, to immerse myself in the now, in all the nows. So here's to 2019 - my year of presence.