I’ve recently been trying to decide what it is that I look for when browsing through the bookstore shelves; what it is that excites my mind and draws my hand not just towards a book but, later, towards the funds I’m prepared to give out for reading rather than eating. This last may seem strange…

This is something of a first for me, not the writing of a letter which is second nature, and something I have been doing almost since I could hold a pen in my hand, but writing to someone I do not know through a quick correspondence on Twitter. A surprise, I admit, because the same…

For me there is a certain fascination with what happened today, something which hasn’t happened before, despite all the possibilities and opportunities. It is almost as if two different worlds have collided or, at the very least, made some form of contact: there is a massive difference, I can assure you, between us, but hardly…

For some reason which I fail to comprehend, there are those who make fun of me; not necessarily in a bad or rude way, and hardly ever directly, but in the side-glance ‘what’s that?’ or ‘what is he doing?’ sort of way. I will wander over to wherever I want to be, which might be…

There is a storm raging in the distance; I can hear loud rolling thunder, occasionally see the flashes of lightning as its power moves across the heavens, swaying trees, soaking earth and darkening the streets of another town. Here, on the edge of the storm, it is relatively quiet: I can look across the rooftops…

I recently had a conversation with someone about how to describe yourself; it was a rather one-sided conversation admittedly, since we carry out our discussions through the wonderful medium of the written word, and any replies take time to get through. This, of course, allows us to think carefully over an answer, to find out…

If you ask a small child who they are you will probably get a shrug of their shoulders as a main answer, and perhaps their name if not too shy to talk. From adults this form of answer will often illicit a laugh and nothing more, as if the child has not been able to…

I was trying to think, something I do with such regularity that my few friends sigh and roll their eyes in exasperation, what could still be described as an adventure in our modern times. Most of the world has now been explored, much of it has also been destroyed in the process, but I think…

It seems like hardly a week has passed since I last wrote, and yet my fingers are itching once more, my mind is filled with ideas, and the weather has reached such a stage, whereby I have no desire to go out and risk having my boots flooded by a deluge, that I can justify…