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I can remember recently seeing an elderly lady bend over (with obvious effort) just to pickup a piece of garbage (food wrapper?) off the sidewalk, and then put it in a bin. So many of us would have complained about the litter and walked on by. Continue reading
I have never liked poetry! It is probably because the poetry I was introduced to through the school years left me puzzled. I did not understand any of it. Continue reading
An interesting aspect of writing fiction is simply … it is fiction! A story can theoretically go in whatever direction the writer wishes. I note “theoretically”, because what surprised me with The Odessa Chronicles was how often the characters would seem to take charge of a story. Continue reading
When I decided to document my first 18 months of living with Ray (resulting in “Who Said I was up for Adoption?”), it soon became obvious how Ray’s perspective on things would be very different from my own.
Ray was a very challenging dog**, and was an instant education for me in all things canine. Trying to understand almost 80lbs of rescued German Shepherd/Rottweiler with an attitude, produced sufficient material that each chapter in “Who Said I was up for Adoption?” was split into two parts … my perspective on the events, followed by how I envisaged Ray would see them. Continue reading