My echo chamber

For what feels like an eternity, I've been grappling with whether I have anything of substance to share beyond my first novel. Will it be an indulgent rant of self-pity, or will it honour the human struggle? Am I invested in it the way I was with the first novel? Or is the tedious repetition [...]

That empty bench…

The saddest scene for me has always been the abandoned park bench.It echoes with profound intensity the pervasive isolation that too many experience, but too few reveal.There is a shame that is carried upon the broken wings of abandonment that anchors us in that space between wanting to create beauty in this world, while believing [...]

To give up silently

"When you give up on something, it becomes a weighty silence that you carry within you for the rest of your life.It's a quiet acceptance that what once was the centre of your being will never be a part of your being again.The silence is the only gesture that will honour such loss, such surrender.And [...]

Sometimes, our struggles need us

A line that might make it into the final draft of my new novel."And I think you'll realise that the struggles of your life were not simply struggles intended for you, they were moments that were in need of only what you were capable of offering to make them better than they were."This is from [...]

Rocks don’t bleed

Sometimes your tears are a mourning of what was, and at other times it's a yearning for what could have been.More than this, it's a path to the gentleness of your soul that is oppressed by the trials of life.When your heart stops yearning for what was, or what you wish could be different, your [...]