Hallo all, I hope you’re doing well. I’m coming to you today — beneath the continual heat of the angry fireball in the sky — with a long-awaited update on my most recent manuscript, “THIS UNQUIET HOUSE” As you may remember, the old Nazareth House care home and associated convent in my local area had been demolished, and I got inspiration for this story while watching the shiny new retirement properties go up in its place.

A SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket booster that launched from Florida struck the surface of the moon early Wednesday, creating a new crater.

The lettuce-producing Taylor Farms was linked to the widespread use of prison labor before its involvement in a cyclospora outbreak.

I sit beneath the moon, bathed in her light, and marvel.So soft but wild.So beautiful in the dark.Is she lonely, suspended between cold and distant stars?It stirs something in me, holds me captive with her gaze that pierces my soul to read my secrets with a knowing smile. J. G. Valentine.

Hallo, all. It’s been a little while, hasn't it? I hope anyone who reads this is doing well, and if not, that it gets better soon. Do people accuse you of rushing in to things too often? I get that quite a bit. Rushing tasks, rushing to conclusions — irrespective of my relatively high percentage of correct answers — or maybe,

Well, it’s been a little while since I’ve written on here, and it’s only fair that I give you a brief update! Since May 1st, I’ve been taking part in Freewrite’s #50kMay challenge. Writers from all over the world are racing to get Fifty-thousand words down before the end of May 31st, and those at the top of the leaderboard are in for some serious prizes!

Daily writing prompt What gives you direction in life? View all responses I've been around long enough now to understand that, looking back, I've walked several paths so far. Every single one has been toward a different point of the compass, moral or otherwise. Why then, do we have such a question as to what gives life "direction" if our world is, for want of a better phrase, what we make of it?

Not too much of an update today after shedding some tears and self-criticism over the story I last posted. (Sorry, I missed my grandparents for a bit there…) So today I’m making more of an effort with three things. • Being present.• Getting some proper housework done again. • Getting some writing done. I’m thinking about taking on Freewrite’s #50kMay, another attempt to get the second manuscript “This Unquiet House” off the ground, as I’m utterly in love with the story, but paused it to edit the first James Gray novel and get that out for querying.

Good afternoon, all. I hope you've been doing well since my last post. There are times when I have a lot to say, and times when I feel like words escape me completely, so I'll keep this one brief. Writing: I've managed to get a full edit sorted, right down to the formatting, ready for submission to agents well ahead of my deadline!

Daily writing prompt Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind. View all responses Strangely, the first thing that's come to my mind is emptiness. Why on earth is it that, when the world around us is such a maelstrom, that I find myself sitting at the bottom of the whirlpool with absolutely nothing to say? The horizon might stretch out before me; full of premise and promise and possibility and yet...

Dearest Gentle Reader... it's been a little while. (Good grief that was cringey, don't let me do that again.) Another micro-update for you right now, as I've been having a bit of a 'mare keeping everything in check recently. Writing Progress: After shifting everything around in my manuscript — and discovering several plot holes — I've managed to get close to my ideal word count with James Gray's first story.

Daily writing prompt What tattoo do you want and where would you put it? View all responses To answer the question: I have three planned, but sadly find myself pas assez d'argent... First, an adjustment. I have a stone cross with wings on my right upper arm — awkward for a recovering christian — done as a memoriam to my late grandfathers.

Ok, as the title promises, this will be quick... As you know from my earlier posts, I've been looking to cut back on the sheer amount of time with my Phone and be more present in the real world. I'm delighted to inform you that, just over a week in, I'm already noticing a difference. My average phone time per day was — I'm ashamed to say — somewhere between five and six hours a day, from midnight to midnight.

There are many things I want to do and — as we're in our mid-thirties — I am acutely aware of society's expectations of us. Old Me would say we're 'failing' ... Each career move we took was a bust, we took a degree in something we loved but found no use for it in later life, (Everyone wants experience but no one hiring to…

Well, we're three decades into this year, and it's only March...How are you all? I know that the world is on fire right now, and although my own mental health has taken a hit, I'm genuinely concerned about all of you, too.In fact, that reminds me. In my current WIP "This Unquiet House" I'm using chapter titles, and referencing the mighty Canadian band 'Rush' with their song, Distant Early Warning.