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Letters of Note: How could you go ahead of me?
Letters of Note: How could you go ahead of me?.
Where to find your lost creativity……
You may have noticed I have been a little quiet on the blog lately. I’ve been a little under the weather and feeling a little flat. So out with the old and in with the new! I cleared out the clutter, tidied up my desk and spent last weekend trying…
Can’t get enough of that wonderful Duff…..
As some of my followers may know I always like to promote a fellow Duff. Well, here is one that i'm sure you will find special. Captain Duff is a 91 year old war veteran who, with the help of his daughter writes a fascinating blog. I love that the…
I’ll lay down my jacket so you can walk over a puddle…….
I was busy working away this morning on some blog posts for clients. Large mug of coffee to my right hand side, papers and pens of differing colours scattered across my desk (heaven knows why I never throw out the ones that never work!). Why is it I choose to…
Duffy is going on holiday!
not just yet, but soon!
Good Old Henry……
I discovered the below on Twitter this week and wanted to share it. There are some great points for anyone who writes for a living whether its a book or a corporate presentation or mid term paper. These tips will help all of you. What's your favourite? Henry Miller's Commandments,…
Pillow Fight………..
Last night I had one of the worst nights sleep ever. For some reason my usual soft, firm, warm pillow with laundry fresh pillowcase jacket turned against me. We usually sleep well together, like two peas in a pod, but last night was not going to be that night. We…
Creepy Apps…..
Those of you that read my blog regularly will know I am wary of social networking. Facebook has been an enemy of mine but now I have to succumb, like a mindless lemming creating a business page there to share my work and grow my 've danced with the devil.…
Charlotte…..
Frozen in total fear she had done all she could do. She was now cornered, trapped and exhausted. Her frail body drained of the last drop of energy she had. Her paralyzing panic left her unable to move a muscle and she couldn’t, even if she wanted to. He had already…