I sit here typing as hours and weeks roll by. No time for life’s little pleasures, for real happiness. Only my typing fills that vacuum.

The Dunwich Vampires, Bedroom Trails series, and of course Adventures of Jerrix the Cat series, published on Amazon Kindle.

Worthwhile those titles. Easy to write, despite personal problems.
Only my writing keeps me going now. Don’t have to sweat really, comes to me like breathing. Little left of that really.

The words, the characters pour out like champagne pouring into that tall glass. They appear on the page, some unexpected.

Some like Jerrix are quite talkative, demanding my attention like a baby, crying through the night. I cannot ignore that heartfelt plea.

I type still, remembering Memories of a lost Century also published on Amazon Kindle. A book that makes you reel in horror, cry like a madman, a book of poetry that at times seems brutal.

Written over 20years that one. Still adding to it now of course. Seems never ending that one.

Typing is a lonely profession. Only you can do this whilst life flies by. No one else can do it for you. You are trapped in your own little world, the worlds you create, becoming your only reality.

This writer’s tale is nearly complete now. Typing continues well into the night. Until the sun rises and I head to bed, ready for yet another day of words.