They called me the Changeling babe,Not quite a girl, not quite right.Through needle eyes I saw other realmsand went wild dancing round finger trees.I jumped the Naiad,on a green bowing branch,and sang to the fair behind the fronds.Nay boy could beat me at their games,I would lick my finger at them and shriek,stride back to... Continue Reading →
When was the Last Time you Backed-up your Work?
Conversation between my boyfriend and I: 'Have you backed up your writing recently?' 'No actually. Very sweet of you to remind me.' 'Well, I just don't fancy dealing with you if you lost it.' Er, thanks. But seriously, backing up your work is vital if you write on any kind of electronic device be it... Continue Reading →
5 Ways To Wordsmith Your Writing
If there's one thing I like, one thing I really get a buzz from about writing, it's editing. That's not to say I don't find it painfully hard at times, But 'smithing' my text until I have the perfect sentence or paragraph or scene is just incredibly satisfying. So, here are my top 5 tips... Continue Reading →
Measuring Progress
1st October. In a few weeks time summer time ends, nights draw in and we'll start talking in cliches about bonfires, crisp mornings and crackling log fires. My new years resolution was to complete the second edit of my WiP. I've got to chapter 20 and I'm into the last leg. It's been tough at... Continue Reading →
Poetry – Elder Cry
I am tired My eyelids heavy My lips are raw My fingers crack. I have gills Not lungs inside me Breath far stretched Held for sea salt. I feel my bones Under this cotton Layers weighted In baby pink. I had tall wings Now cut and taped down Itch paper skin Feathers... Continue Reading →
Exploring Highgate Cemetery
Highgate East cemetery is one of the biggest and oldest graveyards in London. It's split into two sides, East and West. Both sides are open to visit for a fee - but the West requires a tour, whilst the East lets you wander at will. The cemetery was one of a number built and run... Continue Reading →
A Visit to The Charles Dickens Museum, London
The Charles Dickens Museum in London is based in number 48 Doughty Street, where Dickens' lived from 1837 to 1839. It's where he wrote some of his most famous works including Oliver Twist and Nicholas Nickleby. It opened as a museum in 1925. The home is furnished with a lot of authentic pieces, many purchased from... Continue Reading →
Poetry – The Gate
There was a gate, that stood without walls, alone and patient, in the middle of the forest. It was not beautiful, with twisting filigree, and tingling gold, and cold, stone heads. It had been green, but now it's skin peeled, and rust in bloody patches, patterned each line and rod. If people ventured into the waving... Continue Reading →
Poetry – The Torch is not the Only Guide
If the darkness has found you, fear not. If it caresses your ears with cold, velvet words, you may listen without tremor. If it clasps and twists your body, you can move with it unbound. If it blackens your vision, close your eyes and make it blacker still. The darkness knows one path, so pull... Continue Reading →
9 Things I Did on my Holiday
Sat by a pool Walked A LOT. I mean a lot. We somehow decided that we’d get 10,000 steps in even though we were, you know, ON HOLIDAY. When I say “we decided” I mean I reluctantly went along with my boyfriend’s idea. Wrote the first drafts of two poems and one short story (woot!)... Continue Reading →
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