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Work on a Sunday?

I really shouldn’t be doing this. I made a deal with myself that I’d have at least one day off each week. Now, here I am Sunday morning, firing up the word machine to indulge in a little sneaky writing while the sausages are smouldering under the grill. I’m new to this blogging lark. Before, my innermost thoughts were confined to…

The Outbox

I love the scene in Jaws when Quint straps himself into the chair. The line clicks on the spool. Blue water laps at the side of the boat. Somewhere out there swims the biggest fish of all. And that, folks, is how I see myself – strapped into the chair, waiting for a tug on the line. Except I’m fishing…