Tag Archives: Morpheus

honestly lovely…

Posted on December 5, 2011 by

Boy oh boy, am I struggling to write my latest post. My laptop is overheating, the internet keeps crashing and if I could, I’d probably drink my weight in coffee to avoid sitting down to type a long overdue review … Continue reading →

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the deepest secret…

Posted on November 10, 2011 by

Forgive me for yet another lengthy silence: Tipareth was put to sleep in my arms on Friday. Which might explain the groaning empty sadness I felt permeate most of last week. Losing Morpheus was devastating but with both now gone, … Continue reading →

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the risk…

Posted on September 23, 2011 by

I’m struggling to write. I’ve composed countless posts in my head this past week but as soon as I sit down at my computer, the blinking screen leeches words to useless letters that dissolve like mist, evaporating on a summer’s day. … Continue reading →

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relatively speaking…

Posted on September 21, 2011 by

Relatively Honest is relatively good*. Which is probably pretty darn good given I read it last week while Morpheus slowly slipped away. Written by seasoned Seattlite, Molly Ringle and published online by ireadiwrite (the same inspired people who signed Iain Thomas … Continue reading →

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{ hiatus }

Posted on September 12, 2011 by

My apologies for the radio silence – it’s been one of those weeks. Off to a fabulously promising start, Thursday took a sharp dive with the news that my beloved Morpheus has late stage feline leukaemia. Friday saw me back … Continue reading →

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exposure: the kiss

Posted on July 8, 2011 by

One thing I’ve done a lot while down, is read. Which I guess makes sense for a writer: the familiarity of endless elegant words strung up in stylish sentences, kindred comfort to an author’s mind. Being bluesy, I perhaps haven’t … Continue reading →

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bodies don’t lie…

Posted on May 13, 2011 by

Well, they don’t. Even the best liars are let down by their body language, the little micro expressions that lodge in the subconscious and fester. How many times has someone sworn blind (a-ha! another sign – ‘see no evil’) they’re telling you … Continue reading →

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as sleek as two black cats and a martini…

Posted on April 13, 2011 by

Any writer worth his syllables needs a muse, familiar or loyal companion. So where there is ink and a couple of quills, you’re as likely to find a cat and a bottle of whiskey. And, as the old English saying … Continue reading →

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