Potentially, for the first time in my professional life, I took the summer off from — doing things. It was a season of no obligations for anything beyond my 9 to 5, while watching through Netflix in the evenings. Previous to this unusual choice, I was offered placement for a career change at a local college – not teaching – and decided that I needed to focus on one thing at a time for a moment – though I didn’t know what a moment meant at the time. It took months, but I learn

Nights like this. But one last pint to pour. And, with the glass in her fingers, she moves. Bites her lip, as she grins for the golden beer sparkling in the glass. If it has to end – she slams the pint on the bar, a giggle slips past her lips as the head foams over her hand. He raises his eyebrows. The question’s there, but instead of asking, he hands over his credit card, “And one for yourself, darling.” “Oh, and I need it, sir.” With a wink she spins, finishing the account.

Boots skid through the skinny puddles of beer on the red floor. Dancing as the music’s turned up with the last set of the band. Stepping with the beat, she dances. Shifts and spins behind the bar with a smile. The power of alcohol drives away thoughts of tomorrow and gives a genuine light to her strut as she points to the next man behind the bar. She has the key now. His voice faint in the bar’s Friday night noise, but lips read clear. She knows her job. Pour the beer and mak

There is something about this world, our world, that has begun to drive me nuts. It’s about unemployment, minimum wage and those who like to call my generation ‘lazy.’ I’m going to keep this brief, I promise, but I consider all of this a serious injustice to those who are working hard to survive with little support from our government and without the promise of a career – even with an advanced education. Now, I do get where the term lazy comes from. I imagine our grandparents

I still write, just for other blogs and other people. 🙂 Come see me at LBF2014! River Ram Press #InspireWriters #InspireReaders It’s not often I have the time to write you all a personal note, but this occasion calls for some special attention. Now that Jessica and I have managed to launch our beloved River Ram Press, we cannot begin to express our appreciation to the supporters of RRP. We started our publishing boutique on a passion for reading, writing and publishing. Ever

It’s the obligatory post isn’t it? The, I can’t believe the time has come and gone and the friends I made, that became my family, are still in my life like we were in The Tun last night and we were dancing on that weird stage, with the chavs staring, and the DJ laughing, as we sipped on cheap sugary cocktails or ciders, and made our way to the dingy Bacchus club to keep on the beat and the drink and the flirt, ’til the pull, post. Or maybe not quite that. But listen world – o

I have decided to use this new site to write more general articles, aka: stuff that has nothing to with with my writing, or my book. It’s a refreshing idea, I think. So, for all those interested in following me on glipho… here is my page: Kristin Bergene Currently, I have a few articles posted: How Steven Moffat Brought Doctor Who to America A Strength of Hope from September 11th American Heritage: Why we Keep our Ancestor’s Cultures Alive A Review: Battleship Cooperstown, Ne

I’ve decided to begin posting the work that I’d submitted for this term’s final assessment. My grades have been received and I am quite pleased with the results. However to the marker to who looked at my prose – I do not actually have a background in poetry, so that doesn’t actually explain my unrelenting attention to the individual importance of every single bloody word, (or however they said that). Haha! My background in poetry consists of a lot of intimidation to the pros,