Tea, biscuits and self-sabotage: a writer’s reflections on procrastination

Each day I wake up with one intent: to write as much as I can. In the morning I’ll start off with some journaling and a poem.  I can often find time for a blog post here and there, but my sticking point is stories.  Short stories come easier than longer ones, but the hardest … Continue reading Tea, biscuits and self-sabotage: a writer’s reflections on procrastination

Runaway

Ash checked his watch.  He estimated he had five minutes until the next curfew patrol.  He turned his attention back to the wall.  A train rumbled on the bridge overhead, drowning out the sound of the spray cans as he worked.  His consciousness sank into the flow of the paint as the cans danced in … Continue reading Runaway