Do you judge a book by its cover? I do. Call me shallow, but I mean it for books. Nothing else. I spent more time agonising over my book...

My upcoming novel (please hurry up) is about retail and murder. Write what you know? Well, I've tons of experience in retail, and I'm...

“Desolation” by Carole Marples https://link.medium.com/FCMN7cmG2S

“I hadn’t planned to pull his head off. I bent and searched for body parts under the desk.” @Buttersleybakes https://medium.com/@CaroleMa...

A young man loved ping pong He also liked Mah Jong But what was lewd And oh so crude He’d only wear a thong. Call of Saul There was an...

Two little limericks I wrote a while ago whilst going through an aspirational phase. Dwelling on the practicalities held me back. Zoo-loo...

I want to go live on the moon It really should happen quite soon My life is a mess With plenty of stress I need to get going by noon Dig...

These two limericks are not based on anyone I know.  #justsaying Mike Mike’s a strange sort of man Make of this what you can He sleeps in...

A quick little poem, off the cuff. I usually let them fester for days, but this had time restraints due to a competition… There was an...

The limericks roll up when I’m walking. Here’s three more. I would like to be topical, but that’s just not happening. Lulu Rocks Lulu is...

I hadn’t planned to pull his head off. I bent and searched for body parts under the desk. “You’re an Action Man, for plastics sake,” I...

Pump It Up Who had an unusual trait She could inflate her chest Through a pump in her vest She gave a big squeeze on a date Fake Bake...

Hats off to those who blog about writing and make it both interesting and relevant. What a challenge that is.  If I ever finish my novel,...

I’ve moved on from sheep and cows to the hazards of sweets. There was a girl who Stole sweets And hid them inside her sheets One morning...

I love writing limericks.  When you are searching for that elusive line or final punch, you can’t be worrying much about anything else....

Occasionally you hear an author say, “the book wrote itself.” Really? That’s as incredible as saying, “I knitted my own false teeth.”...

I did a creative writing course a few months ago. To warm us up, we had to describe our ideal place to write. Mine would be a summer...