The dream with the creative performance

I wake up convinced that my dream has a message for me contained within it. As I attempt to recall the fragmented pieces I check my mood as I had severely broken sleep last night, awakening several times. Between being cold and checking the clock my frustrations are apparent as I dream of a homeless…

The dream about the film director

Michelangelo and I are part of an investigative legal team (he’s the Archie Punjab to my Good Wife) We are to represent a high profile film director in a huge case. We work well together, all goes smoothly and we both know our client is innocent. We are placed in a fancy five star hotel…

The dream about travelling

I have several happy dreams. I dream Michelangelo and I head out across Europe in a VW camper van. It is amazing. The weather is nice, food interesting and delicious, and the company awesome. I sing to old songs on the radio, kitchenware rattles around in the back as we hit bumps. I fold and…

Bat in the Attic

On Monday I moved into the cottage. The timing could not have been better as simultaneously the Prime Minister announced the third national lockdown, however, Michelangelo and I had decided to become each other’s support bubble after our Christmas plans were cancelled due to the new strain of Corona virus (Covid 20?) My confidence has…

The New Muse

There are those who listen to me describe what it is like to be a writer or a dreamer or someone who feels the warm, golden-sand memories slipping through their fingers before they can be committed to page There are those who delight as I recite my dreams beg tales of brouhaha salacious scandal And…

Why I Write #5 – All Night Dancing

I received a very special gift on Christmas day, I woke up inspired. With three words ready to be committed to page, I muse on what I will write. I decide on a small word count, perhaps 10,000. Ideas flood to the forefront and I am once again filled with a magical sensation I have…

Romantic Rubbish

Yesterday I woke up singing this gorgeous melodic lo-fi song that was Annie Mac’s Hottest Record in the World. This is how I feel. This is all I ever seem to do: Live, Love, Lament … My posts may make for great little reads or amuse me when I wish to be deep in my…

Midweek Madness

I’m drunk. I needed to be drunk. I didn’t know why, maybe I’m stressed, maybe I’m bored? I don’t know. I look at photos from past holidays, I listen to my favourite music; I’m loving life. Podcast time, science stuff. My eyes close. Loving life. Theoretical physics, stuff I should remember from school but don’t.…