Sunday, 18 September 2016


I've fallen in love again. 

I never expected it, the emotion so random that I never thought it was possible. 

For the last few months, I have struggled to write, not a confession I am able to easily make. But life, in it's moody, insidious nature gets in the way and you must tend to what is important before you can pick up a pen again.

This experience has not been easy, I have always been very lucky and no matter what the circumstance I have always been able to write my way through it, around it or within it.

Writer's block is not something I have ever had, having full sympathy for those who have been afflicted by it, however, I think I had my own version brought on by the distractions of life, which rolled over me in waves without abating.

But, sometimes, taking a step back, tending to what is needed and coming back is the best course of action you can take. 

So, falling in love again with my very first love; storytelling has been an experience I have cherished. In the last few weeks, the words have spilled from me, consuming me to a point where I am struggling to write down all the ideas I have been fortunate enough to receive and the clarity of my thinking has been worth the wait. 

So, if I could leave you with one parting wish, I would like it to be this; when life's demand's come calling answer them, then come back restored from your labours ready to be consumed by storytelling again. 

Fall in love again with your true vocation. 

I have.