In the writing world they ask if you are a plotter or a pantser. Do you plan out, or plot, your book in advance or do you fly by the seat of your pants. I’m more of a humming bird with some plotting and pantsing thrown in. My mentor, Jen Storer, calls it the Swedish … Continue reading Turning Ideas into Books: The Writing Journey
It is Halloween today. In Wales, where I come from, it is known as 'Nos Galan Gaeaf.' Loosely translated it means Winter’s Eve. It is the night of ‘An Ysbrydnos,’ The spirit night. When the veil between our world and the next is thinnest. It wasn’t all dress ups and sweet treats in Wales. The … Continue reading Halloween
Now that I am at the pointy end of life, it's funny how my thoughts tend toward 'the end of all things' as Tolkien described the end of the world. Don't get me wrong, I am appreciating every day I'm given as if it's my last, well not quite, but I am living my life … Continue reading The end of all things
When I was growing up I spent an awful lot of time and energy rebelling. Parental guidelines, not society in general. The parental boundaries felt like a steel band stopping me from living and breathing. once to this rebellion was an innate sense of rightness a moral compass if you will. In school, I was … Continue reading The Rebel Within: Embracing Our True Selves
My husband retired at the end of June this year. It was a difficult decision because he loved his job. He was finally working for a company that didn’t take advantage of his nature. They respected his ideas and were open to new ways of thinking. Since then we have both switched off, pretty much. … Continue reading A Necessary Wintering
When I was a child I was told I was wilful and that ‘I couldn’t be told.’ Then, as a teen, I was the rebellious one, the black sheep. When I reached adult hood I was told I was bloody-minded. My husband had no idea what he was getting himself into. His mother was not … Continue reading Rebel with a cause
Sometimes Auntie Pat would paint our nails and do our hair, that was the best. I loved the ticklish feeling as she painted the stinky nail polish carefully on each of my well-bitten nails.
Rhiannon Dowding - Writer 