There I was on a typical Tuesday evening in November minding my own business. Christmas decorations and lights, filling the room like Santa had exploded and left his glittery insides everywhere (don’t panic kids, this didn’t actually happen and Santa will be on his way to you come December 24th, if you have been good that is).   The evening was joyful and triumphant, as much as it can be for a Monday, but it was doing its best. We all were. Well, everyone other than a huge

Glimmers. My most spoken word at the minute other than bastards, which I’m also very fond of. I’ve been banging on about glimmers for the la

Having writers block is a pain in the ass, but having writers block because your brain is telling you it’s all pointless is a whole other le