Now is the winter of our discontent

Autumn is passing here in Melbourne, and the golden leaves that began falling from our trees here a couple of months ago are now reduced to a handful of stayers that will last a few cold-snaps before succumbing to the winter air before falling off. I’ve been feeling aimless of late. I’ve got near 30,000…

Broadchurch

There are a lot of amateur writers on the typosphere, and I include myself in that list. I think one of the things that most of us have in common is the unrelenting urge to tell a story. We have narrative in our veins that doesn’t just keep us alive, but makes our hearts beat…

So… do you type-in here often?

It was a glorious Sunday morning, but I was feeling in far from magnificent form. I crawled out of bed with aching muscles, and a rather sore head. I was very tired after the week’s adjustment to my new (old) job. I caught up with some of the activity from the Typosphere online, while listening…