My muse is a no nonsense kind of guy. He doesn’t care if I’m inspired… tired…or retired. There he sits on his comfy couch glaring at me. “I’m not slacking on my writing,” I tell him. “Really.” He doesn’t believe me and speaks with a cocky British accent. “Please hurry up and finish that book. I need something to read besides the bloody bad news.” “These things take time,” I argue. “There’s a lot more to writing a book than you might think. I’ve got… Continue reading →
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Writing is my meditation, a way of rejuvenating when I’ve been depleted by life and stress. Nothing brings me back quite like closing the door on the outside world and letting words emerge, the ones necessary for me to return to good spirits. Why is this? I’ve heard many writers express similar sentiments…they must write to stay sane. I cannot speak for anyone else, but I believe it’s because I am not the same person I was yesterday. Everything changes me. Every experience and encounter, both positive and negative, affects my… Continue reading →
“Rudyard Kipling fans would have recognised the self-contained assurance of this solitary feline that I watched walk the length of this tunnel of trees before it stopped to assess the photographer and shine back his flash in its twin reflectors.” Location: Talgarreg, Cerediaion/Sir Cerediaion, Great Britain © Copyright Zorba the Geek and licensed for reuse under this Creative Commons Licence.