In my youth, going to the sweet shop to buy a bar of chocolate or to select a bag of pick n mix sweets was much more of an event.

Today's window takes party hats as its subject, to be more precise it references all the different hats that we find ourselves wearing.

I like to be sat with a frothy cupful of caffeine, people-watching and allowing my thoughts and writing ideas to percolate onto my notebook.

This is a snapshot of a Christmas from my past... a simpler time perhaps but still valuing the same as today - family, fun and togetherness.

Cheryl weaves the history, legend and myth of the forest into much of her writing.

Putting my thoughts on paper opened a door... I began to use my blogging to help me to make sense of certain anxieties & confidence issues.

There's still something heartwarming about opening a card that has landed on your doormat...

Now I find that the real monsters that lurk under my bed are less tangible yet infinitely more scary.

The last few years have left me feeling as if I am at the centre of a series of ever decreasing circles. What exactly has brought me here?

Celebrating a book launch and my achievements as a writer.

Do we lose our identity as we grow older? This post finds me in reflective mood about who I really am.

Cold and dreary January days can leave us feeling blue. It does us good to remind ourselves of our achievements and sunnier days ahead.

It seems the annual talk of resolutions makes me adopt a reflective mood on a regular basis. Do you do the same?

Do you crave the calm of silence or is there something unsettling about having no distractions?

Do you have a secret that you've never shared? Should it stay that way? A consideration of the writing prompt: secrets.

What makes a good book cover? A look at the story of creating the cover for my latest book.

It is definitely okay to admit that you are not okay and to give yourself time to work through that.

Where do you stand on poetry? Love it, loathe it, or not really fussed?

What started with a simple object in a ten minute writing exercise, grew into the outline of a character in my head. Her name was Doris.

As a writer, I spend a lot of time in contemplation - sometimes if I am honest, it tips from contemplation into overthinking.