Two little limericks I wrote a while ago whilst going through an aspirational phase. Dwelling on the practicalities held me back. Zoo-loo...

I want to go live on the moon It really should happen quite soon My life is a mess With plenty of stress I need to get going by noon Dig...

The limericks roll up when I’m walking. Here’s three more. I would like to be topical, but that’s just not happening. Lulu Rocks Lulu is...

I hadn’t planned to pull his head off. I bent and searched for body parts under the desk. “You’re an Action Man, for plastics sake,” I...

Hats off to those who blog about writing and make it both interesting and relevant. What a challenge that is.  If I ever finish my novel,...

I’ve moved on from sheep and cows to the hazards of sweets. There was a girl who Stole sweets And hid them inside her sheets One morning...

I love writing limericks.  When you are searching for that elusive line or final punch, you can’t be worrying much about anything else....

Occasionally you hear an author say, “the book wrote itself.” Really? That’s as incredible as saying, “I knitted my own false teeth.”...