Daily Archives: August 17, 2017

Guest author: Victoria Zigler – Catching Snowflakes

Posted on August 17, 2017 by Sue Vincent

First of all, I’d like to take a moment to thank Sue for inviting me to do a guest post about my most recently published poetry collection. So… Erm… Thanks, Sue! So, as you’ll know if you’re a regular reader … Continue reading →

Posted in Blogging, Books, Guest post, Photography, Poetry | Tagged anthology, definition, poems, reality | 16 Comments

Cover Reveal – The Fireborn! by Trent P. McDonald

Posted on August 17, 2017 by Sue Vincent

In the shadowy area where myth and history collide… Do you see that wonderful picture at the top? That’s right, that is the cover of The Fireborn! Don’t you just love it? As with the cover of Seasons of Imagination, … Continue reading →

Posted in Books | Tagged book cover, Celtic Legend, contemparary fantasy, cover reveal, fiction, horror, Urban Fantasy, zombies | 6 Comments

Thursday photo prompt – Wisp #writephoto

Posted on August 17, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Every Thursday at noon GMT, I publish one of my photos as a writing prompt. Throughout the week I will feature a number of the responses here on the Daily Echo as space allows. Every week, a full round-up of … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry | Tagged fantasy, fiction, flash fiction, humour, imagination, mystery, short story, symbolism, writing challenge, writing prompt | 61 Comments

Photo prompt round-up – Alone #writephoto

Posted on August 17, 2017 by Sue Vincent

The photo for this week’s prompt was taken as a golden sunset filled the sky above the Cow an Calf rocks at Ilkley where we held the Rooted in the Land workshop a couple of years ago. The moors above … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry | Tagged fantasy, fiction, flash fiction, humour, imagination, mystery, short story, symbolism, writing challenge, writing prompt | 23 Comments

A ghost of myself

Posted on August 17, 2017 by Sue Vincent

I pull to the side of the road. The screech of sirens and the flashing blue lights of an ambulance head towards my village. For a moment I am simply grateful that my younger son sold his motorbike, even though … Continue reading →