There is a definite grey area surrounding the issue of character creation. I once attempted a piece dealing with racism in 1960’s South America. My feedback warned me that “The old age ‘write about what you know’ is often worth bearing in mind when selecting a subject matter” and “when dealing with historical subject matter, that of other cultures in particular, one has to proceed … Continue reading I Will Write You

As writers we are lucky. We can write virtually anything, whether it’s hot on the literary scene, or not. We are free to delve into a huge range of different subjects, even though some may be more unpleasant to deal with than others. However, these topics are usually the most insightful, meaning that it raises big questions that we should be discussing as a society. … Continue reading Mental Health in Literature

The value of talking about your experiences with mental illness cannot be understated, for all parties concerned. This is not just something I’ve recognised with my own personal experiences of mental health issues, but it is recognised medically as a beneficial coping mechanism for long and short-term sufferers. The NHS’s online support service refers to it here in terms of depression, “Sharing a problem with … Continue reading Share Your Mental Health Experiences!

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Though hail would hiss to quell late August’s sun, the apple bloom was beckoned by its glow. Their limbs would stretch to grasp another one; at each elbow a glassy batch would grow. With rosy eyes I’d gather mighty crops of golden spheres with luscious blood-rich stains. But you’d save fruit too shameful for the tops- your hands like fading leaves with wilting veins. For … Continue reading Apple Picking

Your humble face was beautifully bland, yet every pore was carved for my delight. The sun of spring would cast its warmth on land, but beam on only us to make Earth bright. I could not brag of tenderness we shared, for I watched you as others watched it setting, its striking rays were little when compared to all the times which I am now … Continue reading My Humble Love