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I'm a freelance writer - fiction, nonfiction and anything else that happens to tango its way through my mind. That's for me, and I've won a competition or two, and been published in a range of media. To keep the wolf from the door, I also edit, proofread and write for other people. Love it all. Aren't I lucky?
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Six Weeks in Summer – Helen Meikle. Available on Smashwords and Kindle
Monthly Archives: October 2011
The elephant in everyone’s room
Nobody talks about death. Not really. They talk about how to avoid it: don’t smoke, eat less, exercise more, give money to medical research – as if immortality were not only the Holy Grail, but almost within our reach. They … Continue reading
Hanging yourself on a hanging phrase
Big enough to sleep in, Mr Boddingham believes he might just have a claim on a new world record. I’m thinking of starting a collection of similar gems I find in places that should know better. This one was in … Continue reading
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Political playtime
Why can’t pollies behave themselves? Or is that hopelessly idealistic? See, I was brought up in the belief that privilege entails responsibility: that if you get the goodies that go with rank, status, trust and probably a certain amount of power … Continue reading
Sneaky pleasures
Everyone knows that one of the cardinal sins of writing is the use of clichés, proverbs, trite sayings and similar hackneyed truisms, all guaranteed to send your beloved manuscript straight to the shredder accompanied by rude noises and unprintable expletives. … Continue reading
Living dangerously
One of the joys of living in a small town at the end of the line, where the road stops at the sea and no one passes through on the way to anywhere else, is that nothing much happens and … Continue reading
The Creative Catch-22
When I was a student and balancing the joys of food against the luxury of taking the bus in wet weather, I was on intimate terms with the secret language of Positions Vacant ads. Flexible hours, for example, meant the … Continue reading
Welcome
When I was little, my mother had a drawer in her dressing table known to the family as Mum’s Untidy Drawer. I doubt even she knew what was there. It was like the memory game you play with random things … Continue reading
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