A while back, inspired by a comment a fellow writer made, I wrote a post about how there are seasons in writing. A season for editing, a season for publishing, a season for drafting, etc. Much as fields are left fallow and crops rotated, concentrating on one aspect at a time of the writing journeyContinue reading “A Season For Querying”
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A Tale Of Two Birthdays
I’ve just had a birthday. It was a quiet one, of course – the day spent at home, gifts arriving via post and email, birthday messages virtual for the most part. I was lucky, nonetheless, to hear from so many people, and to have immediate family with whom to spend it. It was very different,Continue reading “A Tale Of Two Birthdays”
What a Difference A Day Makes
I took this photo last Friday. The sun was shining, bees were humming among the blossoms, and it felt as though Spring was finally on her way. What a difference a day makes. This was Saturday morning. Overnight an arctic blast had come through, the temperature dropping to a face-freezing minus one, snow falling. ItContinue reading “What a Difference A Day Makes”
#writephoto – The Spring
It’s Thursday, which means it’s time for another lovely #writephoto prompt, courtesy of Sue Vincent. Here’s my response to this week’s image: Squat and heavy, the stone sat next to the little spring, which was all boxed in and bricked up, water pooling, corralled, channelled, rather than roaming free. The stone had been there soContinue reading “#writephoto – The Spring”
The Turning Of The Season
Spring is here, at least according to the calendar, and with it the desire to wear something new, tired of the same old boots and puffa jacket, winter’s uniform of black and grey. It seems the earth feels the same way. Perhaps that’s why spring is so gorgeous, the world clothed in blossom and wildflowersContinue reading “The Turning Of The Season”
White Rabbits
The first day of February has blown in blustery and clear, hints of blue in the swirling grey clouds. Temperatures here have been unseasonably warm for some time, daffodils and snowdrops appearing much earlier than usual, yet today feels more like Spring than any other so far this year. Our neighbour’s tree, still holding aContinue reading “White Rabbits”
Helen Glynn Jones 