Weird Week 19 - 25 Oct 2020

Those of you who follow my social media posts may have an idea of what a topsy-turvy week I have just experienced. I’m not sure I can think of any other week in my life (so far) that has held such a contrast of highs and lows.…

Admittedly these have been provided by only two key moments, but such is the weight of these moments that my 3week has been all over the place.

As with most of life’s events, there is a build-up, a pre-story if you like, that culminated in the week 19th – 24th October 2020, which I will describe later in this post (you could consider it a flash back explanation).

The first of the big events – and certainly the most momentous – was the death of my beloved house Rabbit, Smudge. At only 6 and a half, Smudge was not an old rabbit. We have been companions since November

A Reading Problem

I’m sure I’ve heard, or read it somewhere (and I don’t know if it is true, but it certainly makes sense) that the first step towards addressing a problem is to admit you have one.…

So here goes.

I have a reading problem.

By which I don’t mean (and I hope that your reading of this missive has already deduced this) that I struggle to read. No, my problem is more in the way of will power, or rather lack of it, when addressed to books of a fictional nature. Put simply, I struggle to resist them – and even worse, once started I cannot separate myself from them until I have finished.

Truly, I cannot separate myself from them. Only a few books that I pick up are interrupted and read over a number of days, predominantly those of a less inspiring nature or harder to read literary style. If I think

July 2019 update

So I’ve spent all week thinking to myself ‘so, its the 1st of July, time for a new blog post’… and have spent all week successfully not writing one! Hence, I am currently sitting at my ironing board (having relocated my computer in to the living room so that I can watch films and iron, and therefore not strictly having a desk) listening to my noisy visiting hedgehog snuffle his way round my garden crunching on the meal worms I put out for him, and my other, quieter, hedgehog visitor (who I think may be a she… as the only time they’ve met ‘she’ was seriously unimpressed by ‘his’ presence, and ‘he’ really couldn’t care less…and is also a shade (by which I mean probably only a spike or two) larger than ‘she’). I have become slightly addicted to hedgehog watching (loving the long days that al…

Quarterly Review

As discussed at the start the year in a rather epic post, I’m now writing quarterly ‘blog’ posts, of which this is the first.…

And if truth be told – only fair – it is going to be a bit of a mixed bag. I have done some positive, but actually when it comes down to it, quite a lot of negative. Whilst I don’t believe in punishing myself – after all this is a hobby as much as anything else – and life can get in the way, with lots of distractions, but I have to face up to the fact that it is not a rosy picture and I do need to do something about it. Or rather, about me. But really, how easy is it to change bad habits, develop self control and will power? Never the less I should try.

One of my New Years resolutions was to read less – much as I love it, reading filled too many weekends last year

First of January 2019

My new year post is supposed to be a summary of last year and an overview of this years plans and intentions (fascinating I’m sure, but once out in the world it gives me a purpose/ intent – call it motivation to do what I have told ‘my public’ (hah!) I’m doing). I may include that here, but I"m now driven by a more pressing need to share my New Year walk and associated thoughts.…

There are times I want to share my walks with another person in the flesh, and other times when I’m glad I’m on my own. Walks when I can stop as often as I like to photograph odd things, like deer prints or seashells (or what I would consider seashells) broken open and decorating molehills. When I can stop to watch the antics of a flock of long tailed tits flitting from tree to tree ahead of me, or listen to their

Craft Fair delights

Time for an update – long over due for an update in reality – and I’ve had a lovely weekend, so what better time to do so!…

My lovely weekend, as far as KMorralFictionPhotography is concerned, is primarily focused on my first Craft, Gift and Produce Market which I attended on Saturday morning – 27th October. This was focused entirely on my writing, particularly my self-published short story anthology Worlds Apart, which has been available for two years, but hasn’t been pushed forward by me as it should have done.

So, breaking out of my comfort zone to sit out in public to try and sell, I made an effort. And with only a few days to Halloween, a perfect opportunity to try to sell this fantasy-supernatural collection of stories. Ghosts, Vampires, Thrills all included. The stall was decorated

Half years resolution

So, given that my last post was 7 months ago, and new posts to other sites (including my own website) are almost as distant you won’t be too surprised to learn that I have fallen somewhat off the motivational wagon, and well and truly off my New Years resolution targets.…

Therefore, this being 1st (ok, the 2nd – I intended to start yesterday!) I’m taking this as a key date to resume/ re-programme resolutions, targets and regain forward momentum. This has been somewhat hampered by the realisation that the photos that I wanted to upload today as a key first step are too small. All the more frustrating as there as some beauties! Never mind, I shall review my options for them and move them forward anyway,

I would therefore like to publicise my intentions for the remaining year!
1. Weekly photo


Well! Such a lot has happened since my last post, it is hard to know where to begin. As most have been distractions from the writing/ marketing/ photographing that this journal should focus on, I’m going to do my best to keep things short.…

In September I completed on a house purchase that had been going on since June – I then had until the end of September in my rented flat. Although I had hoped to use this time to re-wire whilst it was empty, I instead got quotes and started the moving process – only re-wiring after I had ‘moved in’! I spent the first week camping on the floor, and the following two during the re-wire unfolding and re-folding my camp bed every night/ morning in the lounge!

when I moved I adopted another bunny, and the bonding process started two weeks into the house and

Book Cover

Picking up from an earlier post, I am delighted to announce that the East Anglian Festival of Culture anthology, for which my image ‘Stormy Night’ provides the cover image, is now available.

The image was submitted to a photographic competition, in itself raising money for Alzheimers Research UK (which sales of the publication also contribute to) and was announced as a winner earlier in July. (See my earlier post).

I received my winning copy today – it is a varied, and most enjoyable (if somewhat distracting) read and I’m thrilled to share it with you all here:

World Record Attempt

Well, it has to be said. It is really exciting typing the title for this post… and every other time I have typed or admitted that I’m participating in a world Record Attempt! (See I’ve done it again, I can’t help myself!)…

So, through the magic of social media, I discovered than an anthology is being put together to attempt to break the current record of 50 individual authors in one short story anthology. In fact, the target is to smash it by publishing an anthology with 100. Of course I’m in, particularly as I have a short story that I thought was finished (foolish foolish author) that just needed a special home to go to.

The story – ‘The Jaguar’ (tantalising excerpt available soon) – was sent to a few readers, all of whom saw potential but recommended changes. One in particular was very

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