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Once again trying to do something different, I’m trying to write a kid’s book. It’s about a guinea pig called George and his search for identity. Here’s a little extract:

George the guinea pig woke up crying one morning. He’d lost his excitement at the sight of day dawning. The tears dripping down had matted his fur And made his vision no more than just a blur.   George had realised that he didn’t fit in. He had no brothers nor sisters, he had no… Continue reading Once again trying to do something different, I’m trying to write a kid’s book. It’s about a guinea pig called George and his search for identity. Here’s a little extract:

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So obviously playwriting and poetry isn’t enough for me. In an attempt to expand my writing, I’ve been trying to adapt one of the stories from my play ‘Sonder’ into a book. Here’s the first paragraph from what I have so far.

So. This was it then. The kind of heart in the mouth moment that feels like it's the defining point in your life so far. I felt that all too familiar pit in my stomach. You know that feeling when you're stood in front of something that you know is about to change everything? I… Continue reading So obviously playwriting and poetry isn’t enough for me. In an attempt to expand my writing, I’ve been trying to adapt one of the stories from my play ‘Sonder’ into a book. Here’s the first paragraph from what I have so far.

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I’ve just ordered my copy of The Student Wordsmith’s “You is for University 2015”. Here’s one of the two poems which I had featured in it, a short piece entitled ‘University Life’.

University life isn’t quite what you’d expect I thought it was gonna be all lines to sniff and drinks that have to be necked In reality, the experience isn’t like that at all It’s when you’ve just got back, and you want a midnight snack, and someone’s used your fucking bowl.

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As we approach December 31st, I wanted to write a poem about something that has always confused me – New Year’s resolutions.

One of the strangest things to me is the New Year’s resolution. You think of what you’d like to change as the year reaches its conclusion. But the difference between December 31st and the start of January is one day. That’s not enough time to change your mind, no matter what people might say. But… Continue reading As we approach December 31st, I wanted to write a poem about something that has always confused me – New Year’s resolutions.