So, I've been saving up a few short stories over the last year and a half or so, and my original intention was to maybe publish them in a book of short stories in the future when I'd built up enough. What with life and work increasingly getting in the way of things, this goal is getting pushed further and further away. Yesterday, I decided that rather than store some of these short stories that I've written, I will post them on here bit by bit. It certainly won't be a...

Hi there, I hope you've all been well. It's not that often that I write a blog these days. I only tend to bother writing one up if I've created a new piece of artwork, or if I've made significant progress on my novel (which, by the way, is almost finished but not quite). But this time, the thing that urged me to type away at this post was my reoccurring worries about population control. This may seem a bit random but hey, this is what my blog is for, so bear with me. It may be the case that I'm...

As I get closer and closer to finishing my book I still can't actually believe I am even writing one. It's been a long time in the making, and what started out as rough notes scribbled on to a cheap A4 pad is now on the way to being sculpted into a fully structured story. It hasn't been easy, it has been much harder than I expected it to be, and I have genuinely lost count of how many times I have reworked and edited the manuscript. Just recently I thought I was close to being finished but I...

It's been a while since I have found the time to update my progress on here, I have been very involved with the writing of my novel for a long time now.  But over the last few days I seem to have been taken over by an urge to get my charcoals out again and produce some new artwork.  Artwork is always better when it reflects a piece of the artist.  I think it's great to look at a painting and see what kind of mood the artist was in, or try to read a certain message that they...

Bitterness, resentment, jealousy and spiteAll unadmirable qualities if you likeBut don't just sit thereWearing your imaginary crownWev'e all been thereAnd experienced the downsSome like to feel superiorAs if they have a unique interiorWhat they don't knowIs that they are evolved machinesBeing used just to pass on genesDespite the realisation of my existenceI still very much recogniseThe luck which was granted in life's instanceThere are two ways to see things with a human mindEither we are...

I look back upon the days of oldWith wiser eyesBut now slightly coldMany times I have wishedThat to the past I could have returnedTo prevent the wasted years I churnedNo stranger to regret is II have seen the world through distorted eyesBut I feel somewhere deep in my beingThat certain hangups are decreasingThe grudging force that I used to harbourIs still not farBut its grip is weakerAs I progress from young to oldAn acceptance growsAnd so eases life's flowA possible comfort that I hope...