I have a love-hate relationship with sleep and currently, it hates me.
Another sample chapter. My brother tells me about his master plan to get things under control.
Remember last month how I posted about my first poem had just been published. Well, uh, it turns out I was mistaken. Man, this is embarrassing...
Latest sample chapter -- take a gander and share your thoughts. Positive and negative both help.
I hate looking for work. But I also hate starving and homelessness.
Today, I'm putting up a recording I made of me playing the Arran Boat Song on the tin whistle.
If someone tells you they chose freedom over the rat race, it means they're probably unemployed. I started my life of freedom at the end of last month.
My old nemesis, the ganglion cyst had returned. Clearly, one of us had to go.
When my sister called up and told me she had something important to tell me, I had no idea what to expect.
Thanks to Spillwords Press for publishing my poem Diminuendo.