It was 10.19 pm and Gertrude stared at the static on her TV screen; another day of nothing. Nothing substantial had happened at work, she drummed away at her computer screen till clock out. She got home, made dinner, which was also not much work. She opened the fridge picked some leftovers from the night
I Google searched “changing my goals as a writer” today and I came across this interesting post. I soon started to click on other links reading in different words what I already knew and have read from various blogger authors. Before I head further into what I learnt from the endless clicks and reads of
Last week wasn’t easy; it was a heavy week in more ways than one. It was extremely productive but it didn’t bear as much fruit as I had hoped. I was a bit disappointed in how it ended. As always, there is a lesson to be learnt to keep propelling myself forward. Over the weekend
A cousin of mine shared an image of him deep in the snow. I was immediately filled with Nostalgia. It’s been over 20 years since I enjoyed the winter cold. He had recently been offered a job in the UK and we started to talk about his work. I was so excited for him, somewhere
I woke up to darkness yesterday, the lights were off and I had no idea what was in store for the day. The grand plan was to do what I have been doing the last few weekends which has felt like self-inflicted punishment; work. But the good Lord had other plans, it was a day
For six weeks my only source of entertainment was Netflix. It was peaceful, I would get occasional news from friends’ comments on Facebook and Whatsapp, which was easy to dismiss. I also didn’t commute that much and never paid much attention to the newspapers. I built my bubble. I liked my bubble; I could afford