Literary Scribbles

Or is it? Outside it's raining, grey, cloudy and miserable. Not a great year so far but certainly a year for change. I left my job...

Where did the time go? Happy New Year, everyone. It's 2013 and I am thinking about my goals for the coming year. Last year, I incr...

Carved pumpkins decorated the roads. Their faces gleamed with evil anticipation at the delicate clergyman as he passed. He did not think muc...

Most conversation was drowned out by decidedly merry music. Young couples floated across the dance floor in unison while chaperones looked...

As a big Austenite, I felt compelled to attend the Jane Austen Festival last weekend. Being fairly recently settled in England, this w...

My Muse went missing sometime ago hence my absence from these hallowed halls. However, today she was spotted fleeing the graceful arms of ...

They say it's always bad weather for Easter and this year certainly didn't disappoint. After some precious weeks of radiant sunshi...

Winter is coming , a book I'm reading warns. But it seems winter did not come at all. When I leave work at 4.30pm, the sky is painted in...

I just finished reading my first book of 2012 as per my New Year's Resolutions to up my daily dose of prose. Last month, I finally re...

Here we go again. Last year's resolutions weren't quite as successful as I would've liked. Though I did finish my first book, ...

With the year 2011 almost at an end it should be safe to make an overview. I will also start thinking about my New Year's Resolutions fo...

I made a similar post about Easter items in Dublin shops. Well, another holiday, another hometown. This time, I noticed some mental Christ...

It's no secret I'm mad about squirrels. I have stuffed animals, pictures, bookmarks and mugs. Of course, nothing beats the real de...