Book 4 Book event - cancelled, sorry foks

I'm leaving up the post as it shows off the GWL and LP but THIS EVENT IS CANCELLED...

Well, after having my head down in the new work, I now have to peek out and tell you all about the Book 4 Book that I'll be reading at in Glasgow on the 10th. It should be a lovely event and I would love to see you there. Come along for a chat and read - bring along your favourite book by a woman and share the best bits! x x

Me at Waterstones!

Well, lookee here, I spoke to the lovely Roanna and now I have a picture of me and my book at Waterstones in Princes Street. Yay! I love the fire n brimstone going on...

The Device, The Devil and Me is filed under T for Taylor in the fiction section! Thanks for looking x x

A (very) Short Story

Wet

As I stood on the third bottom step watching water seep and rise into my living room, you would think that I would be angry or shocked or upset but I wasn’t.

You see, this morning, I had thought it was exciting.

I was enchanted to see the gentle current lift the skirts of the sofa and lap up the walls. It reminded me of my favourite game as a little girl. My sister and I would imagine that our house was half underwater and our living room was one big swimming pool. We would float around on cushions to get from one chair to the other and have to dive under the surface to watch telly. I had invested so much imagination into this mermaid fantasy that I would wish and wish it was true.

And now, over twenty-five years later, it is.

The water has risen a lot since this morning. As I tentatively dip my toe in, now foot, now leg, now waist; reality begins to dawn. I realise what I hadn’t expected all those years ago.

I hadn’t expected the water to actually be, you know, wet.

Did you see it?

We had the most amazing sky the other night.
And reluctant as I am about embracing autumn already, it is the time of skies like this one.

Ahhh, who wouldn't want to fly on a night like this?

Hello again world

So the 'summer' holidays are over and writing can begin in earnest...

Ideas and projects are brimming and hopefully ready to roll.

I'll keep you posted - have a look at my new pages x

A Poem About Running

It starts with a pounding

pounding

pounding.

Head down,

eyes dizzily scan tarmac spinning past worn out grey trainers.

I’ll never do it.

Pounding

pounding

pounding.

I’ll never do it.

Breath deepens,

legs heavy.

Pounding.

Gaze shifts higher,

I can only see road after road after road.

Pounding.

No horizon,

just road.

Just pounding.

I’ll never do it.

Stop now?

Or run – just a little.

Legs stretch out – just a little.

Breathing intensifies.

Gathering speed, my eyes catch green.

To the side there is green;

green trees, green bushes, green fields.

But ahead is road.

Pounding

pounding

pounding.

I look up further.

Horizon.

Shall I stop now? Can I?

I slow...

Blood surges in my veins and the pounding sprains from the road to my heart, to my brain.

If I can make it to the next lamp post...

Pounding.

I pass the lamp post –just get to the next,

now the next now

the next and another.

Momentum

momentum

momentum.

My eyes catch blue.

Blue between branches, blue up ahead.

I lift my brow, just a little,

I see sky.

Just above the horizon.

I might make it to that tree.

My weight shifts from calf to toe,

I feel springy -

just a little.

I feel air pass my face more quickly,

more evenly.

I feel speed.

Arms pump, legs pump, heart pumps.

I am sprinting.

My eyes catch light.

I lift my face to the sun.

I am running!

I might just make it to the finish line.

Three Poems that made me cry today

Sister

by Mary Johnson

Fa Dis She Think She Is?

Calderwood Press

The Tulchan

by David C Purdie

The Biggers

Calderwood Press

Thin

by Colin Will

The Floorshow at the Mad Yak Cafe

Red Squirrel Press