I'd Pretty Much Given Up Hope Of

There Were Two Now Where They Had Been Three. David's Death Had Dismantled The Triangle, And An Enclosed Space Was Now Open. Two Points Are Unreliable; With Nothing To Anchor Them, There Is Nothing To Stop Them Drifting In Opposite Directions. If It Is String That Binds, It Will Eventually Snap And The Points Will Separate; If Elastic, They Will Continue To Part, Further And Further, Until The Strain Reaches Its Limit And They Are Pulled Back With Such Speed That They Cannot Help But Collide With Devastating Force.

I Simply Love Writing Good Stories, That's My Passion.

In Retrospect, It Seems Like Everything In My Life Led To Me Becoming A Writer. I Just Didn't Realise It At The Time.

Adults Weren’t Supposed To Understand Their Children And You Were Doing Something Wrong If They Did.

Photographs Force Us To See People Before Their Future Weighed Them Down, Before They Knew Their Endings.