I sit here alone thinking about days gone by. A glass of red wine, a sliver of dark chocolate, haunted by the ghosts of people long gone. The ghosts of those who, in spite of their distance and passing, have inspired me and to whom I owe part of my own being. What makes me myself, … More Dinner guests
You know those people who are perpetual students? The ones who never grow up and wish they could be at University forever and ever? You could say I’m one of them, but not in the way you think. For the past 5 years I’ve been working in a University. For the 4 years before that … More On being contrary
It amuses me, the fuss that people make over birthdays. As a child I loved them because they included lots of cake and foods I wasn’t normally allowed (like McDonalds or Coke). And there was always a surprise, either in the form of a present or a secret party that your parents managed to organise … More On birthdays
With only a couple of days left to go until Christmas Day, I’m starting to slow down, reflect on 2015, and find some peace and quiet as the year draws to a close. As I sit here alone with a mug of green tea by my side, the wind howling audibly through the trees, and … More Reflections on 2015
If I put myself in my readers’ shoes, one of the questions I would ask about this blog is how the name came about. Why spidermonkeywrites? I’ve been writing this blog for over 6 months now and still haven’t explained myself. That’s terribly remiss of me. Please accept my apologies and an explanation. For that, … More Why spidermonkeywrites?
I keep a lot of notes and hastily scribbled thoughts in my writing journals. Mostly they’re about modern life, things I love and things I don’t. Sometime the scribbles are more fleshed out than others. I thought I’d start a series of thoughts and ramblings from my notebooks to give myself a chance to flesh … More On romance