Monthly Archives: September 2014

Moon gazing

Posted on September 10, 2014 by Sue Vincent

Ani wants to chase rabbits on her late night walk. I want to look at the moon. For once, I win. And I can’t believe how much the camera captures as the moon sails across the sky. But it doesn’t … Continue reading →

Posted in Photography | Tagged hamza el din, moon, Sufi | 15 Comments

Cold buttered toast

Posted on September 9, 2014 by Sue Vincent

I had missed out on breakfast this morning, And I’m not of the type to do brunch, With my nose firmly glued to the keyboard I completely forgot about lunch. Now by mid-afternoon I was hungry And so, with the … Continue reading →

Posted in Dogs, Humour | Tagged cooking, disaster, egg, food, microwave, poetry | 31 Comments

Guest author Charles E. Yallowitz

Posted on September 8, 2014 by Sue Vincent

I would like to welcome Charles E. Yallowitz, author of the Legends of Windemere fantasy series and other works such as The Hopeteller. Charles’ latest book, The Compass Key, has recently been published on Amazon Kindle. Thank you to Sue … Continue reading →

Posted in Books, Guest, writing | Tagged author, book promotion, book sales, Charles E Yallowitz, fantasy, Indie authors, Legends of Windemere | 6 Comments

Normal rules don’t apply

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Sue Vincent

“I’d kill the bastard, if it was one of my kids.” I’ve heard that so many times over the past few years since my son was stabbed through the brain. I can understand it; that is precisely what I would … Continue reading →

Posted in depression, Grief, Life | Tagged compassion, emotion, family, friendship, judgement, reaction, surviving brain injury, tragedy | 21 Comments

Gloop and purple porridge

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Sue Vincent

“Can we just stand by the door a bit longer?” His voice is pained, almost desperate. My son is obviously in some discomfort. I burst out laughing. “At least when I belch it isn’t going ‘gloop’ now.” This is progress, … Continue reading →

Posted in Life | Tagged beard, breakfast, charity skydive, family, food, healthy eating, humour, jetsons, smoothie, vegetables | 16 Comments

Notes from a small dog XLIV

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Sue Vincent

I’m bored. Really bored. It’s raining outside and she’s shut the door. I haven’t been allowed outside for almost an hour! Can you believe that? Personally, I think someone should call the RSPCA… I’m sure it constitutes Cruelty to Anis … Continue reading →

Posted in Dogs, Humour | Tagged Books, boredom, depression, pets, Photography, poetry, rain, setter, small dog, tennis ball, writing | 15 Comments

On being a dinosaur

Posted on September 6, 2014 by Sue Vincent

I scribbled a note on the crumpled envelope beside the keyboard, revelling in the feel of the pen on the paper. It is a nice pen. Cheap, nothing special to look at, but the ink glides over the virgin white … Continue reading →

Posted in Books, Life | Tagged change, children's books, continuity, ebook, handwriting, kindle, Script, writing | 22 Comments

Guest poet

Posted on September 6, 2014 by Sue Vincent

A young lady approached me to ask if I accept guest posts. I hadn’t come across her work before, but had stumbled across one of her poems, which I very much liked. Pretty Ugly My shallow eyes are beads of … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | 14 Comments

Outside in

Posted on September 5, 2014 by Sue Vincent

The bathroom this morning was like a scene from Mission Impossible, the space between the door and the shower criss-crossed with a network of spider lines. Not webs as such, you understand… they were the travelling lines of invaders. I … Continue reading →

Posted in Life, Uncategorized | Tagged bird, butterfly, heart of Albion, mythago wood, nature, slug, sparrow, spider | 28 Comments

Kindle countdown offer -The Initiate – “…the Ninth Knight…”

Posted on September 4, 2014 by Sue Vincent

A Kindle Countdown price promotion will be running from 30th August to 5th September on Amazon UK and Amazon.com “But you felt it too, Don…” “Yes, I know exactly what you mean, but ‘it doesn’t feel right’ never has been … Continue reading →