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debsriccio

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Noticing a Cry for Help

When I was 19, my best friend–who’d taken a year out before going to Uni–left our hometown and moved over an hour away.  I know that doesn’t sound like much of a distance but this was 1982, I’d already failed 2 driving tests and couldn’t afford to take another one, let alone buy a car … Continue reading

From Rejection to Representation – 6 Steps to Landing a Literary Agent

I caught this blog post linked through Twitter from Fiona Mitchell and had to share it: Source: From Rejection to Representation – 6 Steps to Landing a Literary Agent

Should Vegans Preach on the Internet?

Originally posted on Existentialist Vegan:
I often come across people that tell me something along the lines of: “I don’t mind vegans, what they do is great, but, they shouldn’t preach about it all the time.” I think people forget that everybody talks about their hobbies and interests, and that includes the ‘annoying’ ones like…

The Journey – a poem by Mary Oliver

The Journey  One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. ‘Mend my life!’ each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had … Continue reading

Upheaved

I’m not a fan of online personal ‘spilling’ but when it’s connected to Mental Health Issues then I can’t think of a better place to publicise the importance of sharing the extremes of this debilitating condition. Not content with knocking me flat generally, the black dog which has followed me around for most of my … Continue reading

Captured

He can’t find the colour photographs; the ones with the vibrant fields of tulips from their trips to Holland, or the ones with seas of golden sunflowers on the Tuscan hills.  They must be somewhere.  Perhaps Helen’s moved them.  Maybe she’s arranged them inside one of those gilded albums she likes to keep within arms’ … Continue reading

The Monsters Aren’t Under The Bed

He’s gone now.  But he’ll be back. There’s an odour under here which reminds me of something; of somewhere I’ve been, but I can’t recall precisely.  It’s a holiday smell – like a floral scent in a cleaning solution or sun-cream – something like that anyway.  And I can’t make sure by breathing in more … Continue reading

Pastures New

Sometimes only a poem will work for a picture.  Well, I hope it does  written in response to the Creative Writing Ink image prompt for 11th May, 2017

One of ‘those’ days…

You know the ones. where you’ve slept funny and wake up with an imprint of three fingers (at least it wasn’t two) on one cheek as though you’ve spent 7 hours with your face wedged between a not-quite-(thank goodness) pushed-all-the-way-down sandwich toaster… where you know the headache comes from having decided to start weaning yourself off … Continue reading

To Do

The blossom’s out now.  One branch of the cherry tree hangs in a wide arc across the kitchen window, obscuring part of the curving path which leads to the back gate. She can’t see the garden properly though – and not because of the cherry blossom.  She widens her eyes but doesn’t blink.  Something fat … Continue reading

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