Whispers and Wanderings - An Introduction

"That moment when you have had one or two Bacardi and diet cokes, then in urgent need of a wee, you rush to the toilet, drop heavily and speedily onto the seat which then moves slightly trapping a bit of your butt cheek!" [Just Stuff, May 2018]

Welcome to Whispers and Wanderings and to my brain which is a messy place, filled with turmoil, random thoughts and stories which I would like to share with you. I hope that you enjoy them, that they are sometimes insightful, sometimes thought provoking, but mostly that they make you smile.

This is the second blog I have created. The first one, "Just Stuff", drifted off over time, as life got in the way. However, I held on to my original pieces of writing, some of which will be making their way here from time to time.

Why come back to blogging? Perhaps it is a mixture of things: to memorialise the occasional creative spark, as an antidote to over-thinking, or just a need to put thoughts into words again. Who knows!

Whispers and Wanderings wont follow a strict path, the postings may be irregular - life often gets in the way! It will be to a collection of poems, short stories, and scattered ideas — whatever happens to whisper in my mind or to wander through my day.  Please forgive errors in grammar, poor sentence construction or my over use of punctuation (who doesn't enjoy a exclamation mark or a random hyphen here and there?)

If something here resonates with you, I’d love to hear about it. Feel free to leave a comment, share a post, or just say hello. Thanks for taking the time to pop by, I’m glad you’re here and I really hope that you enjoy what you read.

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