Today I’m going to write a poem, but first I’ll pitch a tent, Today I’m going to reach my creative potential, but first I’ll arrange a guinea pig funeral. Today I’m going to experiment with self-expression, but first I’ll find lost football boots… Under a bed, with the distracting dust balls. So I write a […]
Distraction diaries – write what you know
Write what you know, they say… So I’m trying, simultaneously, to craft a poem about kindness – which I don’t always understand, a short story comparing women to tuning forks, and to empty my head onto the page. Only none of it’s working. Write what you know, they say… I’m too damn distracted. Can’t concentrate. […]
100 days of blogging
Or yet another attempt to get into gear… I’ve been wrestling with my blog lately. Oddly, I’ve allowed all sorts of irrelevant nonsense (feeding children, vanquishing squalor) to get in the way. And this has made me sad. Not the fed children or the less horrid house, but that it doesn’t matter how hard you […]