For years now I have been struggling to understand why the principal characters in the books I write are predominantly male. Men going through initiatic experiences, men struggling to find their path, men fighting to liberate themselves, etc. I have been a feminist all my life. I've struggled with domestic violence and sexual abuse. I've… Continue reading Why Male Characters?
Over the weekend, I've been listening to writer's podcasts. Sharon Blackie, one of my favourite authors was interviewing Manda Scott, author of the Boudicca series, which I absolutely loved. I read the books over ten years ago and could not put them down. She wrote history as though she had been present and it felt… Continue reading Dreaming Writing.
Intuitive writing, or channelled writing, is writing that comes from your own Higher knowledge, or Soul. It can also come from a collaboration between your own Soul and your spirit guides. Often, when you initially write in words that ‘pop into your head’, you might think that it is your spirit guides or Masters giving you knowledge,… Continue reading Soul Writing.
I have just published my first book, after years of writing, editing, and re-editing. My guides/teachers call it 'a labour of love', and it has been. Through writing it, I have also learned many other things too; how to write properly, how to edit and how to publish. I wanted it to be the best… Continue reading How I write.
(This poem came into my head 10 years ago, but I didn't know it was about Jane Grey until my guides told me. It was a painful poem to 'hear', and to write. I had never heard of her before so I wasn't sure why I was given it, but it felt like it represented… Continue reading Lady Jane Grey.
The Path of Limbo is a path dedicated to ‘waiting.’ It is not, as previously believed, a place in which to wait for those souls who are somehow lacking in Divinity, but it is a temporary path which we walk while waiting for a new direction to appear. It is like waiting for the lights… Continue reading Limbo…channelled
A deep echo, a loud noise resounds within my soul. It echoes down the corridors of Time, reminding me of my origins. In Time I fly, trying to recreate the echoes of the past. The echoes that remind me of whom I have been, and who I might become. The wind now howls through the… Continue reading The Halls of Time