The Editor and I are feeling a little wrung out after yesterday’s exceedingly long post. So we are dedicating the afternoon to frolicking about looking for new blogs to make friends with. And, err, washing up. Before the sink disappears altogether under the tottering stacks of crumb-laden china. It’s already getting a little Withnail and […]
I have on several occasions already remarked on Mr Fry’s The Ode Less Travelled, through which my Novice Accomplice (who never ‘did’ poetry) and I are wending at glacial speed. We need a good two hours a session - one to read the chapter aloud (my task, as I’m the one who can reliably pronounce […]
(I just crack myself up, really I do).
This is the long-awaited sestina that has been driving me nuts since May. I wrote the first two verses, made up all the tables of end-word shifts, realised I’d screwed up the second verse, tried to re-write it, lost heart and buried the note-book under the bed. Not […]
Back in June I posted about the agonistics feeding the blog. Here we are again, sitting about, staring at the screen, fiddling about with iTunes, trawling through other people’s blogs in search of inspiration, writing a sentence, glaring at it, deleting it, over and over. I wonder, does every blogger put themselves through this, or […]
I was, honest to God I was, working away at a very technical and clever post about poetry, revising of, with insights into exactly how much muttering and counting on one’s fingers it actually takes, and here we are within coughing distance of midnight and I have not finished it.
I am thoroughly embarrassed.
Delay partly caused […]
I have been blogging for six months now. Over six months. It is indeed a sobering thought, and yes, I am feeling rather uninebriated. Twenty-five weeks of yakking happily on [and whinging. And procrastinating - Ed]. Oh, very well, that too.
For what, Gentle Readers, is the point? Oh, I don’t mean in that in an […]
Where have I been? What do you mean, where have I been? Here, obviously. Moping. Oh, you mean why haven’t I been blogging like a good little blog-keeper for - let me check the sidebar - ah. Quite a few days. Over a week.
Like I said. Moping.
Fear not. The Editor has got her pointy stick […]
Right. As Reed has utterly humiliated herself, and me, with the above stupid pun, I am taking over this post.
Reed, go and make the coffee.
What drove the first of us to try
This bitter, dark, and devilish drink?
To steal an hour as day slips by -
What drove the first of us to try?
And did he watch […]
I was stranded in a café without a book earlier this week. I was considering expiring from boredom when I remembered the large black notebook and biro in my bag. So I duly fished them out and wrote (what? Oh, stuff, you know. I think it included a shopping list, possible names for assorted minor […]
I am working on three different posts for your delectation. I am hoping to have them all done, dusted and readable over the weekend [Hah - Ed]. However I am having trouble sticking to the subject in hand [Oh God! Cliché! And Son of Cliché! Subject in hand! - Ed]. Trouble sticking to the subject, […]
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