close encounters of the furred kind
Often it's only upon seeing photographic evidence that you realise just how long you've been working on your novel. This year marks my twentieth anniversary of being a published writer, so I thought it was as good a time as any to jot down some thoughts
close encounters of the furred kind
There had been quite a bit of speculation amongst my dad’s mates at swimming concerning when his black toenail would fall off. Looking at how precariously it was hanging there on their last swim before Christmas, his friends Pat and Malcolm suggested that today could be the big day.
cats
Once upon a time, a man, a woman and a cat were walking through a deep forest. All three had walked for what felt like a thousand miles and all but the smallest member of the party balanced precariously on blistered, swollen feet. Night had fallen only an hour ago