I work hard to make my dreams come true.
I fell head first crazy fast into the hole inside your heart. (A micro poem by Rochelle Sharpe.)
I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them. – Anne Rice
I have never felt like writing is a choice for me. It’s something that I have to do. I was born to write. Since I could talk I have been making up stories, and I started writing them down when I was eight. In school I always got top marks for every story I wrote. … More Why i write.
‘But what if we can’t find Jude?’ He leans closer. His breath is warm on my ear. ‘We will.’ ‘How can you be so sure?’ I want to believe him so badly, but this is Rafa. The guy who’s all action and no plan. His smile is tired, knowing. An echo of a shared past … More
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While I was Writer in Residence over at Inside A Dog last month, my wonderful Text Publishing editor Alison Arnold and I had this genius idea for a post in which I would ask her a few questions about editing. We didn’t quite get organised in time to run it…
We had perfection, But we let it go, Now all that’s left for us Is a slow descent into hell. By R.L.Sharpe.
I feel cold, so alone, chipped away, about to break, stung, too much to take. By Rochelle Sharpe
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