Hi all you wonderful followers! I hope you are having a good productive start to the new month.

May I ask, how are you all?

I am okay, but I feel like I am surviving at the moment rather than thriving. I guess this has been the case for some time. Finishing the novella Beach Town: Survivors was a boost though. But I need to complete editing it and then publish it here for you all to read. I wrote it fairly quickly. You can read the ‘blurb’ or back cover here 👇 any feedback welcomed, or general thoughts on any aspect. If you just want to know a little more, then ask!

So life seems to be continually spinning around and passing by. They say the older you are, the quicker time passes. It feels faster over the last few years, probably because of everything going on.

Now onto something both ridiculous, and offensive: 👇 (I am not associated with these messages, the phone or anything else in this screenshot).

I want to know what led to this conversation. Sounds like the guy is the one in the wrong, but we don’t know what the woman said before this, so is quite possible she led him on in some way. Anyway, hilarious comments ensued such as ‘smooth talker,’ and ‘he’s keen.’

Gossiping around the kitchen table. Tastes like melon salad. ‘Gimme the sugar baby.’ I’m sure you’ll all feel well when you start eating smart tablets. Please remember to fold your tray in the upright position in the event of a crash landing.

I welcome any thoughts on the above messages. I found it both disturbing and funny, in the sense that I could not tell if this was serious. Maybe they are just pulling our legs? I’ll end of a free style poem;

Bold 🌟

The inner light

outer dark

rounded and most efficient

altered states

the closed gates

distrust, betrayal