Daily Archives: October 2, 2016

How to make a living as a writer #amwriting

Posted on October 2, 2016 by Sue Vincent

I was speaking to a friend this morning, a woman whose writing often glows with lyric beauty, yet who has stopped writing because she could not sell her manuscript and will not self-publish. As a writer, and much as I … Continue reading →

Posted in Books, writing | Tagged determination, growing up with a writer, inspiration, luck, writing process | 106 Comments

Soft falls the snow #writephoto by My Frilly Freudian Slip

Posted on October 2, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from My Frilly Freudian Slip: Soft falls the snow on Blythway cottage, the river below a ribbon of ice To stand under the bridge, an observer might sigh how nice But the snow blocks the sounds of desperate … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt | Tagged murder, mystery, poetry | Leave a comment

Circles Beyond Time – Dawn by Helen Jones

Posted on October 2, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Journey to Ambeth: This is the continued account of my weekend away with The Silent Eye. Click here for parts one, two, three, four and five. 5:11am. Ugh. I hadn’t slept well, and my alarm jolted me out … Continue reading →

Posted in Ancient sites, Photography, Silent Eye weekend workshop, Spirituality | Tagged ancient, Arbor Low, Carl Wark, hill fort, history, reflection, ritual, stepping stones, stones, sunrise | Leave a comment

Grrr…

Posted on October 2, 2016 by Sue Vincent

After another appallingly quiet day on WordPress, where none of my favourite bloggers seem to have posted…again… a quick scroll through the dreaded Reader confirmed my worst fears. “You have blocked all email notifications.” Once again, I beg to differ, … Continue reading →

Posted in Blogging | Tagged blog posts, notifications, Wordpress glitch | 72 Comments

(F)lights by Stuart France #writephoto

Posted on October 2, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Stuart France: As the narrow-boat’s snout tickled the under-bridge, Black-Jack cut the engine and peered through the white gloom… A landing-official waved his stray arm in greeting, the lights beyond him intimated warmth and festivity. An Owl screeched… … Continue reading →