I’ve been doing this a lot since covid started. Its making think about the future and what I can do when the world starts turning again.
I really do want to publish books. Not just one about It would be amazing to see them ASD, I have written novels in different genres and it would be great to publish them.
It would be amazing to see them made into movies.
I just need to find a good publisher now.
(c)ASD and me 2021.
Winter is almost here in Australia. I have my fireplace on all the time now and will do until September.
I wrote this poem years ago and may have uploaded it to an old blog. I like winter, but autumn is still my favourite season and I’m a bit sad that its almost over.
Winter
You fall upon us, covering our mistakes and heartaches.
Like a friend you keep our secrets,
but keep your distance with an icy heart.
(c) ASD and me 2021.
This poem was written about an awful nightmare I had many years ago. It scared me for ages and I remember the spider and the fear I felt. It felt very real. I hate nightmares.
Night time is a jungle. The darkness in my room meets the darkness in my mind.
A secret door is opened and all manner of horrors released to roam free. Memories all distorted that want to hurt me.
A giant spider with hairy legs looms over, trying to catch me. His intention is to eat me, or worse.
A dark room, full of things that would give Tim Burton nightmares, rises up. I run away, as behind others are screaming. I flee screaming.
I wake up in a pool of sweat. I look for the street light. I reach over for the switch to turn on the lamp. The light has saved me.
Light has banished them back in the dark crevasses of my mind, behind closed doors.
But they wait; menacing.
They know night will fall, then they will have their way again; free.
(c) ASD and me 2021.
ASD and me 
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