Am I in you, like you’re in me? Could that ever be? Beyond the pure physicality of love, the mechanics which make it all possible; can you feel me in you, like I feel you; coursing through my veins with the speed and weight of a giant wave, a tsunami raging towards the coast of…… Continue reading Love; like the sun and the moon
The thing about Love is- (for is there not always a thing?); be it hard and hot or flimsy and immaterial; when you try and pin it down, when you listen to the words which are whispered in the quiet places, or shiver as the echoes reach from outer space, you know that the ether…… Continue reading The “thing” about Love is..
Christmas is over. Ru and I are back at the flat attempting to transition back from partying/relaxing mode to writing/editing mode; and it’s been bloody difficult. Christmas’s are always full on with my family, and whilst it was lovely and festive and all that, it’s also proving to be really different to ‘come back’ from.…… Continue reading After Christmas, before New Year; thoughts on finishing my book in 2018
It’s something of a contradiction, I feel, to state that writing be just a self indulgence. A friend of mine, and a friend whose opinion means a lot to me because she has a quite brilliant mind, suggested this; she stated that writing is a self-indulgence which allows the writer to spend inordinate amounts of…… Continue reading How much is writing a self indulgence?
I have been furiously active on twitter, over the course of the last month. After the 800 word guideline which I try to follow on WordPress, the 280 character limit is refreshingly sparse and easy to tap out in 30 seconds. On average, it takes me about two hour’s to write out a blog post…… Continue reading When is writing cathartic and when is it self indulgent?
This is a blood and guts novel; or at least, the blood and the guts of the heart and the soul. I’ve just finished it, am sitting on my own in my flat, and I swear the silence around me is humming with a slightly deeper tone. The wind outside my window sounds rougher, and the…… Continue reading Review: RawBlood- by Catriona Ward
So I have been absent from WordPress for quite some time now. I started a new job, and seeing as it is the first time I’ve been actively employed for the most part of the day, Monday to Friday, for just over thirteen years, it has taken some getting used to. I’m working as a…… Continue reading Back to WordPress, after a long twitter related absence
My subconscious, like a bramble patch, sometimes catches me like a pile of barbed wire, twisted, confused mess of sharp edges, chaotic metal like thread of hard associations and painful memory.
Words hurl themselves at my throat, hoping for a release in tongues and air- but my hands are busy elsewhere and so the little words are sucked back down from my neck area, past my shoulders and through my arms to hands, fingers, where my minds-eye is busy seeing worlds in thought processes, inspiration in…… Continue reading Writing