I haven’t been writing again and it’s becoming an uncomfortable itch. I want to write. The words are often there, but making myself actually make time for it is hard. It’s not quite as brainless as crashing out on the couch with a mindless novel on my Kindle app. But the other weekend we were in…
Second day of sick leave feels like…. Well it feels a little like the end of Empire Strikes Back, to be honest. You know you’re going to feel better, and probably soon, thanks to the drugs you’re on, but in the meantime, the second day sometimes feels worse than the first day. The day of reckoning…
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…
Exactly one year ago, on 4 January 2017, I was sitting on a bus on my way into the city centre to a pub where friends of hours were celebrating their wedding, which had taken place earlier that day in a small ceremony. I had to convince myself to get dressed up and make the…
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…
I had a nice post all written up about this photo. It was about underestimating our kids’ capacity to understand the brutal law of the jungle. I even had an intelligent-sounding reference to Lord of the Flies and an explanation involving five little monkeys and a crocodile and why taunting is dangerous to your health (hint:…
I seem to be cursed with having extremely literary friends. I know several who have written books at this stage. Some are self-published, some are gaining steam in the traditional publishing world. Some are in the process of writing or shopping agents. I don’t mean this in a dismissive way of “oh everyone is writing…
I’m finding myself fatigued from trying to be profound nearly every evening in my writing and I still have some 40+ days left of this self-imposed task. This evening, however, I did begin writing something that was flowing well until I realised the topic I chose needs more time than I can devote to it…
The Feathered Rose 