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
...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…
Don't fret, I'll think of more interesting titles soon. The third week of the new year has still been mostly styled by pyjamas, and funky new cat slippers, but I have been able to do a few useful things. I've applied for a grant to Arvon, which would mean I could go and spend a … Continue reading Week 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
What is imposter syndrome? It’s having a poem accepted for publication yesterday and thinking it must be because they’re desperate for stuff. It’s having a poem rejected yesterday and finding comfort that at least they didn’t just accept that piece at the start of the year because they were desperate. It’s reading one thing that … Continue reading Imposter
January is over half-way thorough and I feel as though I've done nothing, mainly because this last week has been an enforced bed week. These weeks are incredibly dull and always a little worrying. The thought is always at the back of my mind as to whether this push will be the push to far, … Continue reading Slow and occasionally steady…
I can feel mine scrunching up, almost twitching with over-use. The vast quantities of snow that covered Shropshire and the Gorge in particular have given me so much time to write that I've managed to get myself in a bit of a pickle. I've always been one to push and pressurise (whilst maintaining an demeanour … Continue reading Does your brain hurt ?
Winter is properly here. No snow in the Dale as yet but it's forecast and I'm excited. Odd really, but it feels different to be trapped by snow rather than trapped by being poorly. Perhaps it is because it makes me think of being small; playing out till I got too cold, then pikelets by … Continue reading Winter is icumin in