Adam: great writer. I always look forward to his short stories. In fact, when I get a text asking if I could take a look at something because he wants a second opinion, I actually get really excited.
He is the only WP peep I’ve met in “real life” because we used to live in the same city (he’s now moved away, Boo Hiss) and that connection we first had online turned out to be absolutely fucking perfect when we finally met. We had drinks & spent the night talking about *everything* and it was brilliant. As it happens, I produced some good writes-up after our encounters so he’s clearly inspirational too.
Do please read this: I’ve been meaning to feature Adam on my blog for ages 💜
By Adam Dixon
I’ve been sitting here for hours now. The wall has made my back ache and my backside has gone numb from sitting on the floorboards, but I don’t mind. Not while I can sit here with her head in my lap, stroking her beautiful hair. I would happily sit here all day doing this and I’d barely feel the passage of time. I live for these moments, when I can relax, hold her in my arms and run my hands gently through her gorgeous golden locks. It seems that these moments don’t come frequently enough, but when they do…bliss.
I love my Bev. Beverley Watson, to be precise. Beverley Anne Watson, to be even more so. A name which has fallen out of fashion somewhat, but I can’t think of one any more beautiful. She doesn’t think so, my Bev. She thinks it’s a…
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