It's always nice to get away. I'm in the South of France and the weather is glorious, the air is fresh and I can hear a pin drop. Now all I need to do is write some poetry...
Category: Miscellaneous
You’re invited to my pity party
Poetry is hard of late. Yesterday was spent conjuring up lines and stanzas for one poem that I've been working on for what seems like an age, only to think fuck it, it's not meant to be. I've written 10 lines of poetry so far; I've got 70 to go. All to be finished by August … Continue reading You’re invited to my pity party
Quote of the Day
Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry. Virginia Woolf
Dear Diary
Today I found an old journal of mine from a couple of years ago. I hadn't written in a journal for years; the last known recording was in a fluffy pink diary when I was about fifteen, full of teenage angst and heartbroken that Stephen Reid was going to Cinderella Rockerfellas without me.
Sunday, Sunday
Sunday past I found myself alone with the dog. Husband was busy being macho in the park with his bootcamp buddies and daughter was on a trip of a lifetime to Africa. Having spent the morning in bed with the Sunday papers, chomping on toast and marmite and the habitual slurping of coffee, I didn't want to … Continue reading Sunday, Sunday
Introducing…
It's amazing what a lick of paint can do to brighten up a shabby room, follow that with a new cushion or two on a sofa and a colourful throw on a bed and you have a small makeover that makes all the difference. My blog was starting to look a bit shabby, both in signage and appearance and, … Continue reading Introducing…
Poetry begins…
Let's do this!
Quote of the day
“The first draft of anything is shit.” ― Ernest Hemingway
Nearly There…
Re-draft, re-draft, re-write, edit...
A Welcome Retreat
I'm a terrible procrastinator. There's always some notable distraction that takes me away from writing and I start to feel frustrated. I should by now have a routine where I leave the mundane chores for another time and let the dust settle, the laundry pile up and the dinner cook itself...like that's ever going to … Continue reading A Welcome Retreat
Writefully So... 