Daily Archives: January 17, 2017

Guest author: Freya Pickard – Transitions

Posted on January 17, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Transitional periods; they’re a strange time, aren’t they? You’re neither here nor there. You’re waiting for something to happen that maybe you have very little control over. I’m currently in the process of trying to move house. I made the … Continue reading →

Posted in Blogging, Books | Tagged cancer, changes, fantasy, Life, Poetry | 27 Comments

Golden was my love by Lorraine #writephoto

Posted on January 17, 2017 by Sue Vincent

For the Thursday photo prompt #writephotoswan: a piece of doggerel verse – in a sorta rhyming mode – and a short snippet of “something”. golden was my love golden was the river golden was my love I sailed away upon … Continue reading →

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Scarlet Ribbons update from Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Posted on January 17, 2017 by Sue Vincent

We have just completed a trailer for Scarlet Ribbons, and wanted to share it with all of you, along with one of the best reviews we had for this book. The trailer wasn’t easy to do, and we would love … Continue reading →

Posted in Books | Tagged coma, romance, trailer, video | 7 Comments

Swan by Bernadette #writephoto

Posted on January 17, 2017 by Sue Vincent

SWAN SONG I floated mutely in the dark, until I reached the holy mark. Alone and dying in the park, I sang my song in the dark. Continue reading here: SWAN #WRITEPHOTO

Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry | Tagged creative writing, swan, swan song | 2 Comments

Let it go…

Posted on January 17, 2017 by Sue Vincent

It is late. A warm bed and a cosy book await, yet I still have a lot that needs to be done. Or that’s what my mind is telling me. It has been one of those days. The day went … Continue reading →

Posted in cats, Dogs, Life | Tagged conscientiousness, duty, ego, sense of obligation, stress | 3 Comments

‘A Forest’… Stuart France

Posted on January 17, 2017 by Sue Vincent

* …The drink has stirred up my emotions and memories of the trip flick through my mind in no particular order but return, time and again, to Cardwell… * Its waterfall and rock-pool. The water, black as death. The surrounding … Continue reading →