An adverb is (not always) a beautiful thing – an off-the-cuff joint.

Once upon a time, I believed I was a writer-savant. I came to that belief during my school years, and the feelings solidified during my all-lower-case university days. In my defense, I tend to do well with scholastic writing, mark-wise, so it wasn’t an unreasonable assumption. I did edit my academic works, a habit I excluded from my personal writing as unnecessary, what with all … Continue reading An adverb is (not always) a beautiful thing – an off-the-cuff joint.

When the road’s a mystery, an off-the-cuff joint.

I don’t remember a time I didn’t write. The “I don’t remember a time” introduction is one of my favourite clichés: I wonder if everyone else is also exaggerating? I remember when journalling wasn’t a thing I did, and what’s my style of writing but edited journalling, to greater or lesser degrees. I have a box full of filled notebooks now, but I remember the … Continue reading When the road’s a mystery, an off-the-cuff joint.