This week has been a gloomy one. I’ve felt overwhelmed by the endless slew of injustice that is bestowed from those who are employed to care about us all, and especially the most vulnerable. I am privileged to be able to write this on my own laptop, at my own desk, with warm(ish) feet and … Continue reading Treacle
I’ve found myself complaining a lot over the last few weeks. It’s not sitting well. Whilst I have bouts of gloom, I’m not generally a complainer. I’m a keeper of gratitude diaries, a giver of personal pep talks, a reluctant Pollyanna. Counting my blessings is second nature – I’m aware it’s not hard – I … Continue reading Trees and unknown normality
I'm nearing the end of my Telling your Story course. I've produced a sheaf of poems from over the last month, a couple that I really love, some that need a bit more work and some that are best left as they are - an simple expression of emotion. I'll be sending several out for … Continue reading My coronavirus case has a cherry pink lining
Just when I think I’m adapting to lockdown, another wave of grief rears up. I got very teary about not seeing my Mom and Dad, and May was packed full with gigs, family stuff, birthdays and general merriment. In hindsight perhaps a little too packed, and a bit of me is relieved to have the … Continue reading Managed May and the Ballad of the Bees
An early prompt on Staying in and writing it out was to create a piece of dystopian flash fiction. I have a reputation for being slightly contrary, and found myself writing a sort of dystopian rom com called Bread and Roses instead. Have a read and, if you fancy, leave some comments about it, (or … Continue reading New poems, new short story and a bunch of thoughts
Amateur comes from the Latin amator ‘lover’, from amare ‘to love’ – one who does something for love. The modern definition is less wonderful, describing an amateur as a person who is incompetent or inept at a particular activity. Curious how it is no longer enough to do something just because you love to do it. The response I … Continue reading On being an amateur
Self imposed isolation for almost a month (I’m not on an official list but getting a simple cold puts me out of action for weeks, so I’m taking no chances for fear of relapse). My brain has thought of nothing beyond how terrified I am for everyone and being utterly obsessed with making sure everyone … Continue reading Writing is happening (thank goodness)
Seven years of M.E. means I've learned a lot about the impact of being isolated, and I've put together some thoughts and ideas that might be helpful over the coming weeks.