The Business End of Creativity
Getting serious about my writing and trying to become a not-so starving artist!
Hesitantly Hopeful Changes!
How are we all doing on this fine… *squints to look at smudged writing on hand* Thursday afternoon?! I have officially moved abroad to the US of A and married my soulmate, so my life as of right now is every kind of different to how it was at the time of my last blog… Continue reading Hesitantly Hopeful Changes!
Completed Books: 2018
This year is when I well-and-truly got back into reading with full force, and in spite of only finishing 7 books, I haven’t truly read much since my time at University! As such, I’m very proud of this (small) achievement. Without any further adieu, here are the books I successfully read from cover to cover… Continue reading Completed Books: 2018
A Reading Re-Purpose
A new chapter.
Direction Shift
So, I’m aware that I’ve been talking about this whole publication business for quite some time, now. After partaking in NaPoWriMo, I gathered a lot of poetry for a collection which would be silly not to utilise! My direction down this long and winding road has changed yet again, and I’m now going to be… Continue reading Direction Shift
Count the Ways | Poem #3 of April
Between sky and earth, Seagulls and bricks, The could Be a lifetime, Or a blink. Shall I count the ways? I lose track after my final Fingers; The ways in which we find new beginnings. That empty space, A threshold between two extremes, Reminds me of the fresh, the new, Change. … Continue reading Count the Ways | Poem #3 of April
Energy | Poem
I don’t have it. This force that drives us, it needs a boost, a charge, a jolt. Mine is depleted, become obsolete, putting me on power-saving. A jump- start. A life- saver. The mundane is covered. The exiting is empty. Sleep mode might help. More hours a night,… Continue reading Energy | Poem
Treasury | Writing Exercise
I am a treasure chest; a collection of short tales to delight, I feel displaced and alone. I would rather be where I belong; among those that rustle. I sit with other clustered work, and I suppose they are what one would call friends. I dream about free movement; to not be bound like my… Continue reading Treasury | Writing Exercise
Drivel
Here I am and here I’ll stay. Maybe. I’m unsure. The floor feels spongy beneath me; maybe I’ll fall down a trap nobody knows about. A secret. No-one will find me either. In a little recluse away, far away, down a slide and over a dip so deep it feels hot beneath me as I… Continue reading Drivel
Light & Dark | Poetry
Through the night, suffocating, above ground, find respite, no obstruction. Rescued. Sunbeams try to caress and see its gradient, yet I still feel below ground. Hands, feet, seconds, tick by. All is nothing; I bathe in its void. All that is, seems to follow. I yearn to give up. Apologies for… Continue reading Light & Dark | Poetry
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