Author Archives: Belle Farrell-Byrne

I spent hours but maybe that just wasn’t necessary, I can’t give the whole game away – What fun would that he? This portfolio will explain the two personas I have, three if you account for being the Veteran’s wifey. Without such circumstances my novel False Providence wouldn’t be possible. But then this is theContinue reading “A Proposal for a Tuppence Talent”

The only time I ever typed the next four words was in a text message; I fled The Trump Regime, it’s strange to put that down. Was it in fear? Yes, were there other factors? Yes. It wasn’t with guns blazing all around, bombs going off, it was by in-laws suddenly becoming my enemies. MyContinue reading “V For WheneVer”

Don’t Worry, I’m not gonna burst into song – My last post was prior to my dog suffering a dramatic death. I was back in the DARK WOOD again for those that don’t know this location it’s where the wild things are and where army veterans and their families pitch their tents. It’s very lonesomeContinue reading “It’s Been a While”

This is an odd day to bring the blog back, granted – For one terrible moment last year I thought my book became prophecy – All the hallmarks were there, tumultuous rage in Washington D.C. similar to what I wrote two years before. It manifested from a protest like in False Providence, unlike False ProvidenceContinue reading “From Fantasy to Prophecy”

A funny thing happened today, an old contact I’d forgotten about reacquainted with me and asked about the next step I was meant to make. My mind drew a blank cos I had travelled down many avenues and through many brainstorms since then – I was lucky I made a coherent sentence, really!! For we’veContinue reading “Scribes of Fortune”

These last few weeks have been calamitous, absolutely calamitous – The Milestone Birthday had many miles and stones washed up from the coast. The worst daydreaming happens when the world gives us more than a reason to daydream. My birthday was a Narcissist’s getaway with my name day tagged at the end, complete with fawningContinue reading “Paradise, Written”

We’re in a weird time, the science of progress doesn’t seem to be wanted these days. An indifferent Australian tycoon seems to have a monopoly on what and what not to believe. Nature is under Anger Management and so far, it doesn’t seen to be working, the pandemic rages on and people refuse the cure….We’reContinue reading “Scribe of The Times”

Two holidays I feel at odds with these days, one is Saint Patrick’s and the other is Independence Day. The former was a date of my darkest hour two years ago, when kinship didn’t mean anything and I was looking upon a remark of pure evil after asking for help. The latter is because asContinue reading “What’s Write and What’s Wrong”

Musicians are probably the only other Arts Folk that gamble away their lives as much as scribes do and no, this ain’t a G A meeting. Musicians pin their ENTIRE life on a guitar case in a Tube Station or music file. Writers used to just pin it on a decent computer or typewriter withContinue reading “Boon or Bust”