Describe a room in your house

There was not much wrong with the room aesthetically; just that it was cold and bare. The walls, despite being shiny in places from the omniscient glow of a nearing light bulb, were empty. Never adorned with any pictures or posters they were untouched by ornaments and character. There was however, a single nail hanging out of the largest wall, as if it once wore life before its dormant state.

In an attempt to brighten the place up there was a small, single palm tree placed on an iron table in the corner of the room. In actual fact it gave off quite the opposite effect. It wore crisp, browning leaves that wept whilst its body bent at a curve in search of sunlight. Isolated and starved it sat there, far from appeasing its intention but beautiful in its irony.
The furniture shared the same sense of solitude; just two odd fabric settees. One was stripped of it’s cover and backed tight against a wall, and the other cloaked in brown separating the dining area. Neither were pristine enough to look too uninviting, nor were they worn to the degree in which they looked comfortable. The carpet below was speckled in such a way that gave it no dominant colour, made up of patches of beige and grey. It wasn’t pretty but it wasn’t offensive. It was warm beneath my feet, and cushioned just so that the floorboards beneath did not creak under pressure.

By day, the light the tree longed for peaked through the patio doors, framed by thin white voiles that fell softly at each side. Opening outwards to the world outside the doors relinquished an element of sadness sometimes felt when sitting in a room so small and empty. It may not have been much, but it was home.

Prompt #1: Describe a room in your house


642 things to write about

Recently I’ve been feeling pretty uninspired when it comes to writing. Excluding reviewing the odd EP or interviewing a few artists, I don’t remember the last time I sat down to write for fun, or just for me.  It’s something I’ve been moaning about for quite some time now without actively doing anything positive to change it, until now.

After hearing me whine on for months, for Christmas my other half bought me an incredible book to rekindle my desire to write for enjoyment . Written by the San Francisco Writers’ grotto the book is called ‘642 Things to Write About‘ and contains, well you guessed it – 642 things to write about.


Having flicked through and cast my first impressions what I like most about this book is how nonrestrictive each of the topics are. Some are serious while others are silly. None seem particularly demanding and they all do well to provoke different thoughts from varied perspectives. This is why I’ve decided to give it a go and will be sharing each piece on this blog, along with anything else that inspires me to write.


I’m setting myself the challenge of writing two small pieces a week, or one big one if that’s where my ideas take me.

Feel free to write me with any feedback you may have, or if you would like to share anything similar you’re doing with me. I’d love to hear from you.

Thanks for reading and I hope you stumble across something you enjoy.