Monthly Archives: September 2006

It is Saturday. I have firmly told my husband I would spend Saturday writing. I have put on my Writer’s Socks (lively, nay, eyewateringly bright, hand-knits. Trés boho). My hair has automatically adopted the Writer’s Hairstyle (severely under-combed). I am … Continue reading →

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So, I went to a poetry workshop. No, I will not tell you where or when, for I am gearing up to be catty. I have been to several of these poetry workshops over the years – the first when … Continue reading →

I know very well I should be posting all about the triumphant exhibition of my microphonic talents and ability to juggle socking great flappy sheets of A4 with poems by yours truly on them in teeny-tiny font (why did I … Continue reading →

When I started this blog, I hadn’t actually meant to have anything much to do with poetry. Oh, yes, I had written reams of the stuff, but it was all adolescent drivel, and anyway, I hadn’t written any for years … Continue reading →

I go, I come back.

I know I am back at home and in striking distance of the Internets again. But this is not a good day to be writing anything much. I could blog about It, and gouge out a fingernail’s grip on a … Continue reading →

It does seem typical, doesn’t it, that just when I’ve made some new friends, life recrudesces and I must go away and be a decent human being for a few days. I know not if I shall be able to … Continue reading →

I have spent a brisk week making a tomfool idiot of myself at work. Suffice it to say that there is now a 100-year-old copy of Euripides in the world with its back cover now upside down and masquerading as … Continue reading →