All of my recent efforts to write have resulted in such effective and imaginative methods of procrastination as to nearly put my school efforts at the sport of avoiding work to shame. In my attempt to write stuff down, All these words rattle around my head clamouring to get out, fighting and tripping over each…
This is my third time in a coffee shop. I have my computer. I have music. I have all the tea I could ever want. I don’t have my writing mojo. I can’t find my writing mojo. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t just been staring at an empty page all this time. I’ve written two…
Hello friends It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything. First it was the new house, then it was getting used to the longer commute, and then it was just fatigue. Mostly, though, I realised I couldn’t find where to make space for writing in my new life. I have been using a laptop…
After 365 days of posting photos / blogging without fail, I am shocked to discover that I am finding it difficult to stick to a weekly posting schedule. A part of it is exactly the reason that I forced myself to stick to the 365-day self-imposed regimen even when some people encouraged me to not…
This is what I hope to be my final essay for the time being on this topic, as I try to exorcise my thoughts through writing so that I can try and move on to writing about other subjects. There was the goodbye, and then there was the fractured, dissonant event of death itself and…
A number of years ago, when my dad was dying, everything stopped. Like pressing pause, everything in my life was put on hold when I got the call to come home. I had been living in Ireland for about a year at that point, so it was inevitable to a certain degree because I couldn’t…
“I heard The Mister is back in Galway tonight. Are you OK?” “There’s a bottomless well of support, just so you know.” “G told me last night. How are you doing?” “You ok? I see a missed call. Phone has been dead for a few days. I heard about what happened. Is The Mister OK?”…
You know what I’m talking about. Everyone plays the waiting game. All the time. I’ve had cause recently to reflect on waiting and have come to the conclusion that there are many different types of waiting, but they all come down to a delicate balance of the same things: time, patience and discipline, and circumstance. On…
Dear Brain, I have another email from you this morning with tough news about your mom. I’m sorry that I didn’t write to you before. I have your previous two emails flagged for a response but somehow there was never any time. I am reminded of you often, whenever I come to bed and see…
There are the days when the words won’t stop coming. And then there are all the days when they don’t appear at all. Sometimes there simply isn’t anything to say. You can fill the space with noise and distraction but the spirit is empty and the substance is hollow. Other times, you have words exploding…
This morning was one of those not quite completely miserable but still utterly unpleasant Irish mornings. The temperatures were warm but the drizzle drenched everything without actually forming much in the way of rain drops. Struggling with a rain cover for the stroller, while standing in the rain, is one of those things that can…
The Feathered Rose 