Managed May and the Ballad of the Bees

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

On being an amateur

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

Writing is happening (thank goodness)

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)

This week I have written about…

...ski slopes, being at an uncomfortable party, a whale's heart, cultural sights of Saigon and how to remove stubborn stains from a toilet bowl. I think a lot of being a writer is just being interested in things. Some are obviously more interesting than others; I'm not about to do a toilet bowl poem any … Continue reading This week I have written about…

Year seven, week two

What does M.E. feel like? Like a holiday. No, seriously it does. Like a holiday where you've gone down with the food poisoning the guide book warned you about, and you're bravely/bitterly waving everyone off to climb up a hill or eat some delicious food. I'm clinging on. Physically I wake up feeling a little … Continue reading Year seven, week two

Year three

I'm at the start of my third year of writing "seriously" and my seventh year of having M.E.. I feel less than terrific about both of these things. If I compare to this time last year, when I was merrily writing travel pages, and confidently submitting here, there and everywhere, things feel considerably less buoyant. … Continue reading Year three