The Butterfly Effect

My own butterfly effect

It was a hot summer evening: the build up of electrical energy in the skies over the preceding few days meant that tonight, whilst it was boiling hot, there was torrential rain and thunder and lightning. It was pitch black outside.

The heat was too much for me. One of the benefits of living alone was that I could spend the evening dressed in no more than my underwear and no one would know! Continue reading “The Butterfly Effect”


Zero to Heroine


I’m writing because I want to practice it. Writing a blog that probably no one will read is a good way to practice the idea of putting myself out there but without the pressure. If I stick to it, it will hopefully re-ignite that part of my brain that has too long been dormant.

A dream of mine  would be to write is a book or a play or a movie script but until I can string together a few paragraphs that I am happy with, I won’t be able to achieve that. It doesn’t even have to be a good book!

I think a little bit of creativity everyday will be good for the soul.

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