Everybody has an addiction – Writing Prompt Wednesday

Consciousness flooded in as those words repeated themselves in my head, "Everybody has an addiction mine just happens to be you." A moment later it dawned on me as my blurry eyes tried to clear the room. The words weren't a broken record in my head but continually came from the mouth of the last … Continue reading Everybody has an addiction – Writing Prompt Wednesday


Cottage Bound!

I find myself this summer for almost the entire month of July visiting the cottage which was recently purchased by my sister and her family. There will be lots of sand, sun and reading I hope! Since it is over a four-hour trek from where I currently live to the cottage I have been planning … Continue reading Cottage Bound!

I am thinking…

... about moving from two posts a week to one during the summer months literary lovelies. I know I finally have been posted more frequently this month but with July comes a four-hour trek to cottage country and August brings me travelling back to Saskatchewan to visit my family for a few weeks. I feel … Continue reading I am thinking…

Wisps of curls now lying dormant on her shoulders – Writing Prompt Wednesday

As her picture flashed on the screen he was brought back to the moment on the street. He had noticed her coming towards him from half a block away. It was her hair which caught his attention first as the loose curls spiralled outward against the wind in a form of rebellion. She had a … Continue reading Wisps of curls now lying dormant on her shoulders – Writing Prompt Wednesday

Self-Love Sundays

Dear Readers, we meet again! How long has it been since we last communicated? TOO LONG! That's how long. I am coming to you this Sunday with a once-a-month Sunday plan to share a little self-love with ourselves. Not the usual conceptual self-love pampering but one with an Honestly Austen twist, let's write something about … Continue reading Self-Love Sundays

For the Love of Prose

Goodreads Synopsis: A house built high on the moor,  A golden age, ended by war,  A house left empty, falling to ruin.  During the Edwardian period, the wealthy Kearleys entertained important guests at their summer home on the moors; enjoying lavish parties showcasing the house and its views of the mountains.  By the 1950s the … Continue reading For the Love of Prose