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 Here. The coffee is Here.
And that’s it. Total blank-sheet-of-paper-itis. Just as Titania mentioned in Tuesday’s […]
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Reed is in bed eating chocolate ice-cream and pondering how to be really truly deeply blood-curdling in prose. It’s clearly very absorbing. I mentioned the blog to her and she told me to post something myself if I was that bothered. I think she may have sworn at me. Such is my lot in life.
So […]
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 I was only seventeen, oh, and one in a tent of all places, and by […]
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 do that?) while being baked alive under a bewilderment of spotlights in front of an […]
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 and I was trying to see myself as a Novelist, ho yus. Novelists don’t muck […]
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 Juggernaut already top-heavy with mourners, snipers, jeerers, whiners, snarkers, weeping, the bereaved, the traumatised, the attention-greedy, […]
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 post - after all, people don’t get broadband so their visitors can lock themselves in […]
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 its front cover. Irretrievably. Ah, well, at least it’s no longer falling to pieces. And […]
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