When I describe my characters and I want them to be sexy I tend to focus on one element. Maybe it is the line of their legs or their hair, or, in guys, it has to be their forearms and torsos. But am I using my own experiences? Well, I know that every male lead… Continue reading Sexy…
"God, you're gorgeous," Pete slurred breathing fumes of stale beer into Liz's face. "Thanks," Liz said, and then added, I think, in her head. Pete pushed out his chest and grinned. "So, I think you are really pretty..." I can hear a but, Liz thought. "Have you ever considered losing weight. Just a couple of… Continue reading The Disaster
Pencil on bristol board 2.5 x 3.5 inches The original can be bought in my Folksy Store.
A warning really. You see at the moment I am working on some illustrations for Panic Moon, a Doctor Who fan magazine, and I have been sending them across to the editor. Only the last one I did I forgot that I had my filter on the screen... This meant that what I sent out… Continue reading Update on Meares Irlen…
It was the tune I listened to walking the dog. I good beat and a steady tune. When Will I? When Will I Be Famous? But in truth, for me it was just a beat. I have no intention of becoming famous I want to be unknown. I want to walk around without recognition. Maybe… Continue reading When Will I Be Famous?
I fight everyday against what I ought to do. I ought to live alone I ought to move out from my parents place I ought to look after my dyslexia and not push it I ought to do a job that doesn't hurt my eyes I ought to stay away from the computer screen because… Continue reading Fated?
I went for testing yesterday and it was suggested that I use a colour filter as I may have Meares-Irlen Syndrome. Not heard of it? Well, if you suffer from dyslexia, ME, epilepsy or get migraines then this might help. It is really easy. You just use a colour filter. I'm not sure how it helps but… Continue reading Colour and Meares-Irlen
Today I have spent time being tested for all sorts of things. Why? Well, I decided that I wanted to know. You see, being a dyslexic, I was tested back in 1997... And due to coping strategies I may have changed. I may have got better! It is possible that I am worse. But I… Continue reading Brains… Do I have any?
Scratching in the wall. Don’t worry, you say. The dog will get it. I look at your elderly companion. I wonder. Perhaps you have over-estimated his abilities? No, you say. He will come through. Except, he doesn’t. He tried. He failed. You never said anything, just turned up the volume. This is a fifty word… Continue reading Mice