A Sample

Tomorrow the new week of job hunt Cardiff begins. Frustrating, mundane, all that our wonderful little welsh life is meant to be.

Just enough space in my new life as a calm, well adjusted new mother for me to start shifting through the eons of babble I have left in my mind from the first quarter century of my life.

I am reading Enduring Love by Ian McEwan at the moment, on a back handed recommendation from my mother. As is the way with a misunderstood artist. I received a text following an argument telling me to watch the film as it explained all. I was surprised she suggested the film, once upon a time she had more respect for the origin of a piece of art work. But my mother seems to have forgotten many things about herself.

I should be doing the more responsible thing like learn my driving theory, but instead I am chasing the creative buzz. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELHEEEHEEEEELL then.
SO a sample of my work then


So I'll start with an extract from one of my short stories, it reminds me of the squat I lived in. A whole chasm of influence and naughty goings on.

"Dulwich road, a road that shouldn’t bounce but the locals could never complain about their slightly extroverted neighbours. They contained their parties, true they could be rather loud sometimes, but anybody who knew somebody in Brixton had been to one of their parties before. So what were you to expect? You can't preach against what you have joined. Brixton seemed to breed these kind of houses."
Isabella Harris 06/2006