Since a young age I have enjoyed writing. I remember 4th period English with Mrs Lee on a Thursday afternoon. My most inspirational Teacher from Secondary School. Most of us in the class, would turn up late after playing football over lunch, sandwiches and crisps stuffed in our pockets. Sweating through the blazers we had to wear when walking to class.

The book we were studying in Year 9 English ahead of our SATs was Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry. Mrs Lee’s enthusiasm and passion for the story was pure entertainment, not to mention the writing itself. I was amazed at how the book could take me to a different place and time. Help me to empathise with the struggle of race relations for the black community in the deep South of America, back in the 1930’s. A place and time a world away from the industrial town where I grew up in Doncaster, South Yorkshire. My teacher would read the book in her impressive southern drawl and the story of Cassie Logan, from Mississippi, came to life. I wrote an essay over the weekend as homework, I loved it and she encouraged me to write more.

Foolishly as I got older, I wandered from this path. Mrs Lee was the last passionate English teacher I would take lessons from. As I strayed from literature, I went on to study Economics at Newcastle University, it should have been journalism or creative writing. I reasoned Economics was what I should do as this was the subject, I received the best marks for at A Level. The foolish trappings of youth. For any youngsters reading, don’t do this. Don’t always listen to your ambitious parents, your career advisor and what your friends say. Follow your heart as I am still writing and have a job that I am passionate about, making a difference.

I have always written for my friends and family. Unusually long emails at work pre weekend on a Friday early afternoon. Stupid short stories and in the end, I set up this site in 2012 when I was in the midst of a manic episode. I left one entry in from 2013.

Thankfully setting up this site was one of the better outcomes from that period. I kept it and I have replaced the incoherent ramblings with, I hope more measured accounts and experiences. When feeling overly creative I indulge in composing the odd poem. They tend to sit in my drafts folder until my mood lifts and I stand up and read them out to anyone that will listen.

Most of what I write is observational, accounts of personal experiences and opinions. I find it always gave me light relief from the monotony of corporate life, no longer though because I work in the charity sector. More meaning and more purpose. I welcomed my baby boy into the world earlier this year, so far so good. It’s slowly revealing to be one of the best decision I have ever made.

Having a creative process helps lift my mood and when I have something to say I often find it easiest to write, my mouth tends to run off with itself where my blinking cursor or biro captures a thought.

I hope you find something you enjoy.