You know when people say when you're onto something good, just ride the wave? Ride the wave regardless, I say. Anyway, I'm doing just that. I'm riding the wave at the beach, with Mark.

Shit, what on earth have I done?

I'm very particular with what I have with my coffee when I'm in a cafe. But it has to be a cake of some sort; either something caramel-like or mud cake. Today was no different when I decided to head into a cafe for a treat.

The corner shop was just beginning to close up. The shop assistant, Alison Smith, had taken in the shop signs and tidied up the leaves and rubbish at the entrance. Her boss, Declan Berry, was at home, adjacent the dairy. He had invested in two-way radios for him and her, to commuicate with, while he was at home.

“Why are we here?”

My love for writing started in primary school. For a fair chunk of schooling (primary, intermediate, to about halfway through high school) I was a quiet soul. I would talk to some people, but my confidence wasn’t the best. Finding my voice and confidence came from writing initially. Then, I found the Youth Council (a youth branch of the City Council, in the mid-noughts).