Death

No one really likes to think or talk about death. I don’t mean death in the abstract or horror film way, but real, tangible, this is going to happen way. Although I am determined to live a long life, another 40 years at least, I can’t help but think that from now on it’s always... Continue Reading →

Be honest…but kind

WordPress allows you to set the time and date of posts. I could back date anything I write. It was tempting to put something together this morning and set it to yesterday so that I wouldn’t have a gap, but that would be cheating. 😉 Kidding, I wasn’t tempted, but I was disappointed with myself... Continue Reading →

Just write

My morning pages have turned into evening pages, but the important thing is that I showed up. I’ve been on a new drug I begged my GP for; Zoplicone. This was after months and months of having a fucked up sleep cycle. I now understand why some countries use sleep deprivation as a torture device.... Continue Reading →

Morning Pages

In one of the many writing guides I’ve purchased over the years, I discovered the concept of “Morning Pages”. The idea is that you wake up and immediately starting writing. Your mind is uncluttered and you might still be half asleep, but it’s the best time to write unfiltered. So, here I am, trying to... Continue Reading →

12 Feb 2021 – Daily Post

It has been months since I posted anything here, but I got my domain renewal recently and I thought, best make use of it. The work I’ve been doing of late is all about creative non-fiction. How do we take stories from life and present them truthfully, while maintaining ethics and accuracy. If it is... Continue Reading →

October 2020

So, here we are. The year has been a total shit show and it shows no signs of slowing down. The pandemic is in its seventh month and restrictions are increasing across the UK. London and my borough are in tier 2 restrictions and I wonder whether or not we’re going to be able to... Continue Reading →

Part 1

I sometimes think I’m like Elizabeth Bennet. I’m paraphrasing, but I never feel like I can write or say anything unless I’m going to utter something that will astonish the whole room. Therein lies my mistake. I think I have nothing to say that is deep and worthwhile, but how can that be? How can... Continue Reading →

Sick Day

The cats nestle at my feet and there’s a mug of hot lemon squash and honey, my fifth, on the bedside table. The home shopping channels have been on the TV in the background all day and there’s a pile of books on the bed beside me. The books are of different genres and lengths... Continue Reading →

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