Revise revise revise. Yesterday's post had 22 revisions. Yup. TWENTY-TWO. Why so many? Because the rhythm was off. Perhaps because I started out as a poet, or perhaps because I honed my craft for radio, or perhaps because I now sing and make music as well, for me as a writer, if it ain't got... Continue Reading →
Q is for Quiet
I love night's quiet. When I lived in Budapest, I loved walking home late at night. The song of rigó birds filled the air as I climbed the stairs from the river to the top of the Castle District where I'd pause to admire the view of the Danube and the lights of Pest; then... Continue Reading →
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P is for Pause and Reflect
Do you always pause to reflect before taking action? Even when you feel as if you're up against a wall with a gun to your head? John LeCarre opens his novel 'Single and Single' giving a detailed blow-by-blow account of a victim's thoughts in the moments leading up to his murder. It opens with 'This... Continue Reading →
Alison Amazed 