It’s cold this morning. Bloody cold. And when I looked out the window, I knew why. Fresh snow on the hills. FRESH BLOODY SNOW! Come on people, NIWA promised an Indian Summer… where is it I ask… Where is it?
Sad but true people…it has been a hard decision to make, but he just no longer does it for me. He is no longer my muse. Funny thing is, its been coming for a while. For some reason, Tom Hardy
Sounds like a line from a corny joke doesn’t it. I went to visit the Doctor last week for the first time in ages. I only have to visit her every 6 months now, however with the cost of doctors
Pink is one of my ultimate favourite singers. She’s got spunk, attitude, and yet she is so down to earth. She doesn’t let anyone tell her what to think, or who to be. There is one song of hers that
I’m bored. Seriously bored. I finished writing Finding Amy Archer and now I want to be writing again. I know I said I would do Blood Gold… but that still needs lots of research. I need something for ‘in between’.