Gold, Frankenstein & Olly Murrs

Yesterday, I ventured on a short car trip to a local retail park. It was a frustrating journey, the type of which is never witnessed in the Utopian drives portrayed on car commercials. This was no sun-filled, carefree drive at the wheel of the only automobile on a picturesque Alpine road. A journey where I’d pass shepherds and milk maids in…

Yes, Santa Has Got The Alarm Code!

Chestnuts roasting on a open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide songs being sung by a choir Folks dressed up like Eskimos. Just a few of this morning’s distractions to my literary flow. Attempting to write a narrative when someone’s nipping your nose, not to mention enduring the tuneless cacophony of a choir outside, was quite a challenge……. I probably…