Today would have been my father’s 72nd birthday and I miss him so much. It is a sad fact that we will all experience the loss of a loved one at some point in our lives but that doesn’t make things any easier.

I’ve always had the passion for writing since I stuck my head into C.S. Lewis’ Narnia books and felt snow on my nose as I peered out from within that magical wardrobe, although I had never made the effort to actually put pen to paper.

“I’d love to write a novel, one day,” I’d say, time and time again but it took the death of my loving father to push my lazy ass into gear, as thoughts of my own mortality reared their ugly heads.

My book is in progress and, whether it takes me two years or ten to complete it, it will be worth it, even if just one person likes it. OK, one person plus me!

Here’s a poem I wrote about the last few moments with my Dad.

Hope you like it and please let me know what you think.

Just click on the link below:

I Would Eat Sprouts


A Japanese lyric form.

Historically it has always portrayed a single impression of a natural object or scene but modern interpretations can differ widely.

It usually contains seventeen syllables in three unrhymed lines in the form, 5:7:5.

Click on the link below or, alternatively, click on ‘HAIKU’ under the ‘POEMS’ menu item at the head of the page.


The Secret to Honesty in Writing

Louise Erdrich has some wonderful insights into the craft of writing, in all genres.

In the interview, whilst discussing her beloved notebooks full of scribbles, she says, “I have little pieces of writing that sit around collecting dust, or whatever they’re collecting. They are drawn to other bits of narrative like iron filings.”
I know exactly what she means. When ideas pop into my head, whether it be a story idea, character or some dialogue I’ve overheard, I try to jot it down before I forget it. It’s amazing when some of these little snippets gel together days, months or even years later and slot perfectly into your next piece.

Sometimes, when writing a short story I struggle to find that elusive ‘end’ but Louise states, “when I can’t end a story, I usually find that I’ve actually written past the ending. The trick of course is to go back and decide where the last line hits.” – I’ve never thought of it like that and it’s definitely something to watch out for in future stories.


“It didn’t occur to me that my books would be widely read at all, and that enabled me to write anything I wanted to. And even once I realized that they were being read, I still wrote as if I were writing in secret.”

Author Louise Erdrich, in the Paris Review.

Read the interview

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The Arrival Of Al Hussein

A story about the only successful Iraqi missile attack on an American target, which caused the highest number of casualties against coalition forces during the Gulf War 1991, in one single attack.

WARNING – Contains some colourful language.

To view the story click on the link below or, alternatively, go to the ‘LIFE WRITING’ tab above.

The Arrival Of Al Hussein