I write a lot, I’ve been told by a lot of people that i’m good, some say i’m even good enough to get published. My only problem is that i reach about half way into the book, or long story and…
Rocks along the track
The train line ran next to our estate. We lived in number sixty-four. I would listen to the trains rumble by at night while I sat up reading my favourite books over and over again. But once I’d fallen asleep they never woke me up.
I was six when my father caught me up…
I answered this question yesterday, and have been asked to make it rebloggable. SO HERE IT IS:
I write a lot, I’ve been told by a lot of people that i’m good, some say i’m even good enough to get published. My only problem is that i reach about half way into the book, or long story and…
